#...they were surprisingly easy today. not sure what i changed to make it work but. hell yeah?

[daz4i]

if this doesn't sum up, like, the entire plot of this game, idk what does

[paddockletters]

learning to drive | charles leclerc

paring: charles leclerc x reader summary: Charles decides it's time to teach you how to drive, leading to playful teasing, a heartwarming day filled with laughter, and ove author's note: none, just my request are open

Ever since I casually mentioned over dinner that I’d never learned to drive, Charles has been on a mission to poke fun at me whenever he gets the chance.

“Babe, how do you plan on surviving in Monaco without driving? The buses are not exactly your style,” he’d tease, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“I survive just fine with you as my chauffeur,” I always shot back, rolling my eyes but secretly loving the attention.

But today, he was determined to change that.

We were sitting at home, the sunlight streaming through the windows, when he suddenly jumped off the couch with a burst of energy.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re fixing this today,” Charles announced, grabbing his car keys.

“What? Fixing what?” I asked, confused but also slightly amused.

“Your inability to drive,” he said, flashing that cheeky grin I couldn’t resist.

“Oh no, Charles, I don’t think—”

Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of his fancy sports car, feeling both excited and terrified. The leather seats smelled brand new, and everything about the car screamed speed, wealth, and Charles.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you teach me how to drive in this car,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

“Relax, it’s just a car,” he said casually, sliding into the passenger seat with a smirk. “Besides, I trust you.”

His words should’ve been comforting, but when the car was worth more than an apartment in Monaco, that trust felt like a lot of pressure.

“Okay,” he started, hands gesturing to the pedals, “this is the accelerator, this is the brake. You’ve seen me do it a thousand times.”

“I know how cars work, Charles,” I retorted, giving him a playful glare. “I’m just... not sure I want to wreck this one.”

“Good, good, just checking,” he smirked. “Now, gently press on the gas…”

I did as he said, and the car jerked forward slightly. I could hear him stifling a laugh next to me.

“Smooth,” he teased. “Real smooth.”

I glared at him. “This is harder than it looks!”

“Babe, you’re driving at like, 2 km/h. We’re gonna be here all day at this rate,” he said, his tone playful.

“Do you want to walk home?” I shot back, trying to focus on keeping the car steady.

He chuckled. “Alright, alright. Let’s take it easy. You’re doing great. We’ll get you to 10 km/h in no time.”

I hesitantly pressed the accelerator, and the car jolted forward—too quickly for my liking. Charles stifled a laugh beside me, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God, don’t laugh!” I groaned, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

“I’m not laughing, I swear!” he said, clearly lying but trying to hold it together. “You’re doing great.”

We crept forward at a snail’s pace, Charles offering pointers every few minutes. But it didn’t take long for him to start making jokes again.

“Maybe we should install a ‘Learner Driver’ sign on the back,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

He grinned and leaned back in his seat, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“You know, for someone who’s never driven before, you’re doing surprisingly well. Maybe you’re a natural. Leclerc blood rubbing off on you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. Maybe I was doing okay after all.

“Okay, let’s try turning,” he said, gesturing toward the wheel. “You can turn, right?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed, gripping the wheel a little too tightly as I made the slowest turn in history.

“Wow, look at that! You’re a natural!” he said, clapping his hands in mock celebration. “Next stop: the Monaco Grand Prix.”

After a few laps around the parking lot, Charles leaned over, his voice softer now. “Alright, ready for a challenge?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of challenge?”

“Parking,” he said, pointing to an empty spot nearby. “Right there. Show me what you’ve got.”

I glanced at the spot. It looked impossibly small, though I knew it wasn’t. I shot him a skeptical look.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s the perfect idea,” he said with a wink. “And if you nail it, I’ll buy you whatever dessert you want tonight.”

“Oh, now you’re bribing me,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. But I couldn’t deny the extra motivation it gave me.

“Alright,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve got this.”

Slowly, I started to pull into the spot. The car edged forward, my hands gripping the wheel tightly, my eyes focused on the lines. And then… the car stopped.

“You stalled it,” he said, his voice barely containing his amusement.

“I know!” I groaned, slumping in my seat as he burst into laughter.

“Hey, don’t worry. Even F1 drivers stall sometimes,” he said between chuckles. “But, uh, maybe not in parking lots.”

I shot him a look. “You’re the worst teacher ever.”

“But the best driver you know,” he winked, before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You were so close!” Charles exclaimed, laughing. “Come on, you’ve got this.”

I groaned, slumping back in my seat. “I’m never going to be good at this.”

He reached over, placing a hand on mine.

“Hey, you’re doing amazing. This is your first time. Do you know how many parking tickets I got when I was learning? My mom was not happy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image of a younger Charles struggling with parking, despite now being one of the best drivers in the world. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. She threatened to stop letting me borrow her car if I didn’t learn to park properly,” he chuckled.

That gave me a bit more confidence. I took a deep breath and tried again, this time managing to park the car (sort of) successfully. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t terrible either.

Charles grinned proudly. “There you go. I knew you had it in you.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. F1 driver,” I said, rolling my eyes but smiling.

He laughed and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Next time, we’ll take you out on the road.”

My eyes widened. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he said with a grin. “But don’t worry, I’ll be right here the whole time, making fun of you.”

I laughed, feeling a mixture of excitement and terror at the idea of driving on actual streets. But with Charles by my side, I figured I might just survive.

As we sat in the car, a comfortable silence settled between us. My thoughts drifted back to when Charles had just started in Formula 1. I remember how nervous he was before his first race in Australia. He tried to hide it, but I could see right through him.

“I was so scared back then,” he admitted, reading my mind. “I was terrified I’d mess it up.”

“But you didn’t,” I said, smiling softly at him. “You were incredible.”

“I had you there,” he said, glancing over at me. “That helped.”

I blushed slightly, remembering how I’d stayed up with him the night before his first race, talking about anything and everything to calm his nerves. We talked about his childhood, how he used to race go-karts with his dad, and how much it meant to him to follow in Jules Bianchi’s footsteps.

“Do you ever miss those days?” I asked, curious.

“Sometimes,” he said, nodding. “Things were simpler then. Less pressure. But I wouldn’t trade where I am now for anything.”

“Not even for fewer teasing moments like this?” I joked.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not even for that.”

[azzo0]

His World

Summary: Bakugo's teenage daughter has been acting suspicious for a while. He keeps shrugging it off until he finds her cuddled up on the couch with another boy. Let's just say he's less than happy to find out his daughter is dating Kaminari's son.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

tw's: A lil angsty

Not proofread. Go easy on me <3

You yawned, scratching your bedhead, as you walked into the kitchen to see your husband, Katsuki, already making breakfast. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Good morning.~"

"Mornin', beautiful," He replied, flipping a pancake onto a plate. It was fluffy, just the way you and Mizuki liked it. He turned around and pressed a kiss to your lips. Your good morning kiss. You smiled, pecking his cheek. 

You took the plates with the pancakes out into the dining room, Katsuki following behind, holding a tray with cups of coffee. You put the dishes on the table and opened your mouth to call your seventeen-year-old daughter down for dinner but stopped when she entered the kitchen, hopping on one foot as she put on her socks. 

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. Surprisingly, Mizuki had been waking up early for a few weeks now. Previously, you had to turn off all her alarms for her and aggressively shake her awake. 

"Morning, mama, papa." She greeted as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail, crimson eyes shifting up to you and Katsuki.

"Someone's wakin' up surprisingly early." Bakugo commented, "Now come on, food's runnin' cold."

"Oh. I have to be at school early today." Mizuki took her school bag from a chair, throwing it over her shoulder. Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, watching his daughter run out of the room in a hurry. 

"Oi, get yer ass back here! You ain't leaving without breakfast!" He yelled, his head snapping at you, asking you to say something. You shook your head, raising your hands up. Only a Bakugo could tame a Bakugo. 

"I'll get somethin' from outside, chill!" Mizuki yelled from the front door. 

Bakugo looked at you, baffled, "She's got the time to eat from out but not to eat from home?!"

"Maybe she's not in the mood for pancakes." You replied, taking a seat at the dining table, pulling a plate towards yourself, and pushing another towards Katsuki. 

You smiled, watching him pout as he chewed. He was just like the Katsuki you met in high school, yet he was so different. His muscular arms and torso were littered with little scars, with one big scar on his chest. It was proof of years of hero work. His hair was slowly starting to grey. When he put his head in your lap, you liked moving his hair around, counting the little grey hair. 

"D'you think she doesn't like my cooking?" Bakugo asked. 

"You know that's not the case, Katsuki." You give him a pointed look, "You don't have to be upset about it."

"I'm not upset..." He huffed. You sighed, smiling at him. He clearly was upset. You were going to add that she might have met a special someone, so that could be one reason why she was in such a hurry, but decided to keep it to yourself since you knew the reaction your husband would have. He'd flip the table over. 

"What if she's seein' someone?" He narrowed his eyes, his fist clenching on the table. You reached over, putting your hand over his closed fist. His hand relaxed, lying flat underneath yours. 

"It's possible. She's growing up, it's expected." 

"I'm sure she's got better things to do than bothering with some lame-ass guy." He confidently shoved a piece of pancake in his mouth. A drop of sweat appeared on your forehead at his sudden change in demeanour. 

Katsuki's suspicions of Mizuki going out with someone did not stop there. 

He'd just come home from patrol, sweaty and tired, hoping to take a nice long bath and then eat dinner and spend some time with his two favourite girls. He stepped inside the house, kicking his dirty boots off and padding into the living room. 

He found you on the couch, your face lighting up when you saw him. You hopped off the couch to give him a fat kiss on the cheek, "Hi, babe. How was work?"

"Ass."

You laughed, wiping a bit of grease from his cheek with a thumb, "I've already run the bath for you."

You caught a naughty glint in his eye when he turned you around, hugging you from the back, his chin on your head, stubble scratching your scalp, "Join me."

"No." 

"Why the fuck not?"

"Mizuki's home, Katsuki." You rolled your eyes. 

"It's just a bath." He teased. 

You stepped away from him, giving his chest a playful push, "We both know it will end up being not just a bath." 

"Mama!" Mizuki rushed into the living room, holding a hairbrush in hand, wearing a pretty blue dress you got her a while back, "Mama, can you do my hair?" Her eyes fell on Bakugo standing behind you, brow arched skywards. She visibly froze. 

"Where are you going?" He asked, noting how she was dressed a little nicer than usual. 

"With friends, duh," Mizuki replied, handing you the hairbrush. You brushed her hair, putting up into a neat bun for her. 

"Thanks, Mum." 

"Oi, don't forget to leave your location on and-" Bakugo began but got cut off by Mizuki. 

"And don't forget to be home before ten, blah, blah, blah. I know. You need to stop worryin', Pops." Mizuki looked up at her father as she put her heels on. 

"I'd stop worrying if you weren't dressed like you're going on a damn date," Bakugo said.

Mizuki cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. "Well, I'm not. Can I leave now?"

Bakugo moved aside, letting her leave, eyes not moving from the door until it was slammed shut. "I'm tellin' ya, she's seein' someone. And I'm fuckin' finding out who it is-" He made a move to leave after her, stopping when you put a hand on his arm. 

"Let her go, Katsuki. If she finds out you're stalking her, she's not going to trust you with anything." 

"But what if-"

"You wouldn't want her sneaking out and lying to you, would you?" 

"No..." He mumbled. 

"Exactly. Now go hop in the bath, stinky." You smacked his arm. He gave you a devilish smirk and threw you over his shoulder.

"You're gettin' in with me. Mizu isn't home now."

It was the weekend, and you were out doing groceries with Katsuki. You watched your items get scanned at the counter, making sure you guys had everything you needed. You reached to carry some of the grocery bags, getting your hand slapped away by Katsuki. He carried them all in one go, his muscles flexing in the process. 

Before going back home, he got Mizuki iced tea since he knew she liked it. He parked the car in the garage, helping you carry the grocery bags inside. 

"That's the last of it." He grunted, dropping a bag on the floor by the shoes. 

"I'll go ask Mizuki to help me put stuff in the fridge." You said, removing your shoes. You went into the living room, freezing when you saw Mizuki sound asleep on top of a boy you recognised. Kyoka and Denki's son, Ryuu. He had plum-coloured hair, just like Kyoka.

"Oi, Mizuki, come help ya ma with the groceries," Katsuki yelled, walking into the living room. He saw you standing by the couch and came to stand beside you, looking down to see Mizuki asleep with her head on Ryuu's chest. His yelling made Mizuki stir a little before she nuzzled into his neck and went back to sleep. 

You glanced at Bakugo, watching his jaw clench, his upper lip twitch in fury. You could swear you saw steam blowing out of his ears. Before you could stop him, he stomped up to the two, "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He yelled.

Startled, Mizuki sat up upright, falling off the couch. Ryuu opened his eyes wide in confusion. He looked down at Mizuki and then at Dynamight towering over him with deadly crimson eyes that promised to skin him alive. Ryuu gulped, his face draining of colour. 

"Katsuki, don't-" 

Katsuki grabbed the boy's T-shirt, pulling him off the couch. Ryuu raised his hands defensively, trying to step away, but Katsuki had a death grip on his T-shirt, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Dad, leave him alone!" Mizuki tried pushing Katsuki's hand away. Katsuki ignored her, simply pulling Ryuu closer and narrowing his eyes at him. 

"What is your relationship with him, Mizuki?" He growled, still not looking at her, giving Ryuu a death glare instead. 

"Katsuki, leave him alone. How about we all sit and talk about it calmly-"

"I ain't talkin' calmly!" Bakugo yelled, scaring Ryuu. "Who the fuck does he think he is, trying to snuggle into Mizuki?!" 

"Dad, can you please stop?!" Mizuki gave her father a firm push. The push had little impact on him, given he was built like a tree, but the flash of hurt in his eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Mizuki freed Ryuu out of Katsuki's grip, standing in front of him almost protectively, her hand intertwined with his. "As for your question, he is my boyfriend. What are you going to do about it?" 

"Really, Mizuki. You're fuckin' joking." He glowered at Ryuu, his fists fuming, "You ain't datin' spark plug's son."

"Why do you have a problem with everything I do?!" Mizuki yelled, "I'm not a little girl anymore, Dad! You don't get to decide who I date and who I don't."

"You don't need to date some stupid boy. You know you're better than that!"

"Ryuu is not a stupid boy." Mizuki seethed through gritted teeth. She looked like she'd blast the house to bits if Katsuki said another word. 

"I-I'll take my leave so you guys can talk. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused..." Ryuu dared to pat Mizuki's shoulder and glance up timidly at Katsuki. Katsuki took a step towards him but got stopped by your arm.

"You're breaking up with him right fucking now," Katsuki ordered. 

"I am not!" Mizuki shouted, taking Ryuu's hand again, making him stay put. "What has he ever done to you?! Why do you have to act like he committed some crime? Ryuu is the most perfect and sweetest person I've met, unlike you. Why do you have a problem with everything?! When will you leave me be and stop pretending im five?! Gosh, I really fucking hate you."

Mizuki's chest moved up and down, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, staring at Katsuki, the air thick in between them. She glanced at you before she turned around with Ryuu, silently leaving the house with him.

Katsuki fell onto the couch, head thrown back, hand over his eyes. You silently sat beside him, putting a hand on his knee. He glanced down at his legs, a defeated look on his face. You cupped his cheek, making him look at you in the eye. You could see tears forming in his eyes, his nose red. 

"She said she hates me." His voice cracked. 

"Shh," you brought his face closer, kissing his eyebrow. "You know she doesn't mean it. She said it in the heat of the moment."

He let himself lay on top of you, nuzzling into your neck, arms wrapped around you. He wondered if this was karma for all the times he told his mother he hated her even though he didn't really mean it. He wondered if this was life slapping him in the face, pulling a reverse card on him. 

"You remember how old we were when we started dating, Katsuki?" You asked, running hour fingers in his hair. 

"Fifteen." He mumbled. 

"Hm. Mizu's way older and more mature than we were back then." 

"She's mature. Spark Plug's kid isn't" He propped up on his elbow, arguing back with you.  

"Are you doing this because he's Denki's kid? He's a good kid, Katsuki. He didn't even argue back when you got mad at him. He's rational, and from what I've seen when Mizu brings her friends over, he's really shy and sweet, too."

"What if he's not good enough for her. What if he breaks her heart?" He tried reasoning. You smiled, cradling his face.

"She's got her big strong papa if he breaks her heart." 

His head dipped low, pressing a long kiss onto your lips and then a little one in between your eyebrows. You switched positions, with you now lying on top of him, head on his chest, eyes shut. He kissed your hair, hand running up and down your back, deep in thought. 

As he lay there, he thought of the time when he held newborn Mizuki in his arms for the first time, immediately falling in love with his little girl. The moment Mizuki was in his arms, he swore he would protect his daughter with his life. He recalled her first footsteps and her first word, 'Da!' He thought of the time when she got her quirk, running into his legs, crying, overwhelmed by the loud noises and the recoil. 

He sighed, eyes drifting shut.

When Katsuki's eyes snapped open, it was already midnight. He felt a blanket over you two. Mizuki was home. He skillfully slipped his arm out from under your head, getting up. He adjusted the blanket over you, kissing the tip of your nose. Light on his feet, he went upstairs, standing outside Mizuki's room. 

He cleared his throat, knocking on the door, "Hey, kid. Ya in there?" 

He was greeted by silence. He turned the knob, opening the door and peeking inside. There she was, lying with her back to the door, pretending to be asleep, blonde eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks. He crept up to her bed, taking a seat on the mattress, the bed sinking down with his weight. 

He leaned over, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. He put his forehead on her head, "I'm sorry, Mizu. I know I was an ass." He murmured.

Mizuki lay on her back, crimson eyes shifting to her father. His eyes, the same colour as hers, almost pleaded with her to talk to him. She sat up straight, putting a hand behind her neck, looking down. 

"It's alright... I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean anything I said back then." She felt her father's arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer. In his strong arms, she felt safe. Even though they often fought and argued, she adored him. He meant the world to her. 

"I'll break up with him." She said. 

Katsuki pulled away from the hug, shaking his head and taking her hands, "No. If he makes you happy, you can date him." 

"What's the point if you're not happy about it?" 

"I'll be happy about it as long as he keeps you happy." He held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes, "But the moment he breaks your heart, I'm breaking his legs, and you're not stopping me." 

He watched a shit-eating grin take over her face, scarily looking like him, "If it ever comes to that, I'll join you." 

"Atta girl." He smirked. Mizuki threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Katsuki smiled, holding his daughter closer. 

"I love you, papa." She mumbled. 

Katsuki held himself from crying right there and then, "Love ya too, Mizu." 

Katsuki held Mizuki for a while longer, enjoying this rare moment of peace with his daughter, running his hand through her long hair. He felt a pair of eyes on him and glanced back to see you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed across your chest, a soft smile on your face. He held an arm open for you to join him and Mizuki.

You crawled into bed, kissing Mizuki's cheek and then Katsuki's jaw. He pulled your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you two. 

While you and Mizuki slept peacefully, Katsuki stayed awake, his heart brimming with love and bliss. Lying on the bed with his world in his arms, he wondered what he did to deserve you two. He considered himself the world's luckiest man. 

[alastor-simp]

Enchanting Lullaby - Insomniac Alastor x Sea Siren Reader

❥Summary: Everyone in the hotel knows that Alastor does not sleep, but what happens when he seeks you out and makes a request only you can provide for him.

❥Tags: Alastor x reader, sea siren, siren reader, insomniac, insomniac alastor, alastor does not sleep, fem reader

❥Notes: I am OBSESSED with siren songs. I find them so hypnotic and beautiful, so I wanted to write a story with a siren reader with Alastor. Wanted to give a shoutout to my friend ValerieWinks777 for helping me with this story. I recommend checking her out on Wattpad, she does amazing Alastor x reader stories.

Spending years in hell, forming unbreakable deals and ripping apart demons in his broadcasts have harden Alastor to put aside certain feelings and tasks, including sleep. Well, he used to sleep during the time when he was alive, honestly he is surprised he even could after all the horrible murders he committed. He didn't just decide one day that he wasn't going to slumber anymore, this change started slowly. Indulging gleefully in the wrath he enjoyed created new enemies, enemies he knew posed no threat, but the longer that list got, the less often he slept, as he rather stay awake and attack them head on if any of them even considered wanting to mess with the radio demon.

A couple days after the extermination war and rebuilding the hotel, it had gotten surprisingly more busy with new demons arriving to gander at the hotel, and possibly consider joining. Charlie had been working like a mad women, tending to make sure everything was perfect for the guests and also trying to lessen some of the workload on the others. She greatly appreciate everything that happened before, so she didn't want them lifting a finger with anything. Alastor, however, was not one to just stand there and not offer his assistance. He may still consider the hotel a bunch of wack-a-doo nonsense, but he has grown fond of Charlie and her beliefs, also considering how much of a gentleman he was, he wasn't going to let poor Charlie do everything herself. Charlie waved her hands in the air, saying profusely that it was okay and Alastor didn't need to help, but Alastor was persistent. "Ah ah ah. Charlie, my dear. As the facility manager of the hotel, it is substantial for me to offer my assistance. Now then! What humble tasks need to be dealt with?" Alastor said with a smile, as he bent down, putting his face closer to Charlie's. Charlie gave a sigh and small smile back to Alastor and told him of the assignments that needed to be done for today.

Alastor went about and began completing each task, stockpiling the drinks for the bar, making sure the rooms were all spick and span, obtain groceries for the kitchen and also prepare dinner for later tonight. Alastor had finally reach the end of the tasks and softly heaved a sigh. Performing small things like this was nothing to him, as he preferred to finish the job quickly and properly and not dwindle on it, but he had used a great amount of his powers to fulfill each one of them, causing him to feel more drained then usual. Alastor, for the first time, felt the need to take a good due rest, but he knew it wasn't going to be easy since it has been a millennium since he last slept. Pondering through his thoughts, he came up with an idea that could help him, as he made his way upstairs.

Knocking on your door, Alastor patiently waited, as the door to your room opened, with you standing on the other side of it, wearing your cozy pajamas. You looked up at Alastor with a smile, head tilted to the side. "Oh good evening, Al. Is there something you needed?" Alastor smiled down at you, showcasing more of his teeth. "Yes, my dear! I have encountered a bit of a dilemma and I need your assistance with the matter. Would it be alright if you could come to my chambers?" He observed your eyes glaze with confusion before you nodded your head, and walked out of your room, closing the door behind you. Alastor had hooked his arm with yours, as the both of you walked towards his hotel room.

Upon entering his room, you glanced around his room, admiring the pocket dimension he had created. It gave a calm tranquil vibe in the room, along with the static music playing from the radio in his room. Al had said nothing when the both of you had entered his chambers, and you wondered if he was displeased with something. "Um.... Am I in trouble?" You question him, twiddling your fingers together. Alastor quickly turned back around to face you, eyes widen before going back to normal, while a soft smile was placed on his face. "Heavens no! You are no form of trouble my dear, I can assure you. There is just something I need from you however." He walk closer into his room, removing his coat jacket and setting it on the chair next to his desk, revealing his red striped shirt that was hidden. He ventured closer to his bed, removing his black shoes before taking a seat on it while crossing his legs. His eyes went back up to look at you, extending his hand out, inviting you to join him.

Your face flushed for a bit, as you made your way over to where Alastor resided, taking a seat on his bed, facing him. The both of you sat in silence, before Alastor broke it. "If my memory serves me correctly, your demon form is similar to that of a sea siren. Am I correct, my dear?" He turned to face you, peering down at you while you looked at him. Your answer to his question was a small nod. "Splendid! That will be quite useful for me!" Alastor seemed almost giddy with joy, making you feel a bit confused. "Can I ask a question?" You asked Alastor. Alastor continued to stare at you, telling you to go ahead. "Why is my nature going to be beneficial for you?" Alastor eyes gazed into yours, as they were filled with confusion. Heaving a sigh, Alastor slowly grabbed your hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "As much as it pains me to say this, but I need your help, darling. I am aware of the soothing hypnotic voices of sirens, how there gorgeous songs allure sailors. I am asking you if you could sing for me, my dear." Alastor smile almost dropped a bit, his face holding a slight melancholic look as he continued to stare at you. You continued to look at him, before you asked him why you needed to sing to him.

Alastor heaved another sigh, rubbing his hair with his other hand. "It has been a drastically long time, since I have enjoyed the comforts of my own bed. However, falling asleep has not been an easy task for me, and along with the chores that I have completed for sweet Charlie. I crave a good rest now more then ever." Upon observing his face, you noticed the dark circles that appeared underneath his eyes. His smile as well seemed a bit forced, almost as if he was having a hard time keeping it up. Your heart ached for him, as you placed you squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. "I will help you Alastor, but there is something you have to do for me." Alastor raised an eyebrow at you, asking what it was that you needed. "Well, could you use your powers to soundproof the room? My siren voice may reach the others, and cause them to fall asleep as well." SNAP! Within an instant, Alastor had snapped his fingers, preventing any sound from reaching out the room.

With a nod of your head, you moved further back on the bed, waiting to make room for your transformation. A dark light enveloped your form, as your body became covered in black and white scales, and your legs had morphed together into a long mermaid tail, causing your pajama pants to slide off. Alastor continued to gaze at you in amazement, finding your form truly haunting while incredibly beautiful. Once you had completed your transformation, you leaned back against the pillow, raising both your hands up towards Alastor. Alastor stood stiff, confused at your actions. "Come here." you said, keeping your arms stretched out. Alastor realized what you meant, his cheeks become a tad flushed. "M-my dear, there is no need-" His words were cut off, as you pulled him down. His head had landed on your chest, as his whole body was placed on top of you, with his legs rested on your lower tail. Your arms wrapped around him, placing one against his hair, giving it a rub. "Shh its alright Alastor. I just want you to be comfortable okay?" Alastor hadn't moved when he was on top of you, apparently not use to actions like this. His body soon began to relax, as he nuzzled closer into your chest, moving his arms to wrap them around your back. His actions caused a soft smile to appear on your face, as you continued to play with his hair. "I'm going to start singing now, are you ready?" You looked down, waiting for his answer. Alastor peaked one of his eyes out from your chest, giving you a small nod. Giggling at his cuteness, you moved the hand from his hand to rub at his cheek, before placing it back on his red locks.

Taking a few deep breaths, you leaned your head back against the pillow. Soon, you opened your mouth, and began to sing.

(THIS SONG IS SO SOOTHING, I LOVE IT!!)

𝄞 Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain

Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never return again

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eye as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwell, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair

And I have left my parents and three thousands pounds a year

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea

While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn

And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold 𝄞

Your beautiful song had ended, leaving the room in a calming silence. Looking down, you motioned your head to look at Alastor. His head was still nuzzled on your chest, the one eye that had peaked to look at you had closed. His breathing was slowed and he was letting out small static-like snores and a few purrs. Smiling warmly, you leaned closer to his head, giving it a soft kiss. Your hand left his head, and began to reach for the blanket nearby on the bed, motioning it to have it lay over both you and Alastor. You placed your hand back on his hair, giving it a comforting rub, as you leaned back against the pillow, whispering, "Good night Alastor."

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[lynnsenpai]

My ten year anniversary of beating cancer

On October 2nd 2014, I - a trans woman - was diagnosed with testicular cancer. I wanna talk about that a little today. (((Probably obvious trigger warnings, but I'm going to talk about cancer, mortality, and transphobia.)))

It was a crazy time, because that morning, I was just going in for my yearly physical with my doctor. I planned to talk to her about taking steps towards bottom surgery that day, and then I was just excited to get home and count down the hours until Smash Bros for 3DS would release the very next day. But the appointment went an unexpected direction during the physical.

I'd always been told by doctors my whole life to check for lumps, and as much as I hated that part of my body, I did as I was told. So when I never found lumps, I assumed that meant I was okay. Then my doctor told me one of them felt oddly hard. She left the room for some time (I assume to check some things) and when she returned, she explained she had some concerns and was sending to another specialist to confirm some things. She said she felt very sure it was a sign of testicular cancer, though.

At the time, my brain wasn't ready to hear that. My doctor was visibly shaken. My spouse was on the verge of tears. And I was deep in denial like, "but I mean there's a chance it might not be, right? So I'm not going to sweat it." In hindsight, I'm sure I was frustrating to listen to for not taking it seriously. But it wasn't like I was trying to be obstinate, I just was that strongly in disbelief. I didn't feel sick. I wasn't in any pain. Things were going well; this couldn't possibly be happening now.

And yet, a few days later, I saw the specialist, and it was confirmed. I had cancer. Any optimistic doubts I had, shot down in an instant. The specialist wanted to take care of this as fast as he could, so I was scheduled for surgery at the end of the month, and he gave me a stack of prescriptions for various tests I would go to - basically one a day - for the next few weeks.

I had lots of blood drawn. I had x-rays done. I had CT scans. I had an incredibly awkward, uncomfortable ultrasound. And at each appointment, I was seeing some new doctor, nurse, technician, or otherwise professional who probably looked at my chart and, despite my legally changed name and gender marker by that point, saw that the person in front of them had testicular cancer. “And such a person could only be a man.”

I feel like it must sound so petty to be worried about pronouns when you're dealing with something like cancer. But I want to stress that I was nearly a year in presenting full time as myself by that point. I hadn't been called a man in a very long time. And up until earlier that very month, I was on cloud nine and ready to take the next step in my transition. This whole ordeal, on top of being horrendously scary, also took huge strides in regressing all the progress I'd made with confidence and self-love over the previous two years.

And it got worse too. Insurance refused to cover the surgery because I changed the gender marker. Because "why would a woman need to get surgery to remove a testicle. That's just silly!" And there was no convincing them otherwise. Insult to injury, I had to change that gender marker back to an M in their system so that they would approve this surgery. It was a surprisingly easy change to make happen too (which was technically beneficial for the surgery, but also sucked in its own way).

Oh, and then I had to go off all my HRT meds in preparation to reduce the risk of blood clots during surgery. I never felt lower.

All the while, I had plenty of time to think about my mortality. I was only 30. What about my spouse who I love more than anything and might be leaving alone forever? What about my ongoing webcomic, my work of passion which at the time was only nearing about the halfway point, and was at risk of being left unfinished forever? And what about my own future that not so long ago felt so bright?

It would not be an understatement to call October 2014 one of the darkest, heaviest, scariest periods of my life. But not in that good fun "Halloweeny" way.

But the big day came. On October 28th - ten years ago today - I went in for surgery for the first time. I was in the OR for maybe an hour, and the cancerous testicle was removed. As suddenly as it started, it was over.

Recovery was a long and painful (without dragging out the story longer than it already is, the surgical site got infected, so healing probably ended up taking longer than it should have). But the good news, all things considered, was that they successfully removed it, and I wouldn't even need chemo because it was caught so early.

There's technically more to the story. I would later see an oncologist who encouraged a second surgery, to remove the other testicle, as well as lymph nodes around the kidneys, all as a preventative measure to make sure it didn't come back or spread. I didn't love this idea, but she seemed confident that this was the right choice, so I went along with it. And just four months after the first surgery, I went and did it all again. (This time went much more smoothly, but was a much bigger incision, and was still a very long recovery.)

The whole thing, start to finish - including recovery time - was only about 7 months long. I would go for regular oncology visits and testing and blood draws along the way for years to come, but it never showed up again.

In 2016, I finally got back on track for bottom surgery, and then had it done later that same year. My gender marker is back to being an F (where it should be) on everything. I also have two wicked cool scars to show that I conquered cancer.

Unfortunately, I don't think I ever fully mentally recovered from the emotional stress of that first month, as doctor visits still evoke way more anxiety for me than they used to. But I don't get misgendered anymore, at least.

This was all ten years ago I wasn't sure I'd still be here on this day back then. But I got through it. I'm still here for my spouse. I finished that first webcomic after an 11 year run, and have since started a second. And… I'm doing okay. I'm doing the best I can everyday.

It was a terrible time in my life - an especially terrible way to start my 30's - but I think it helps to talk about from time to time. And the ten year anniversary, feels as meaningful a time as any.

So thank you for reading all that. Please make sure to take care of and check yourself. Even if it's a part of yourself you don't want.

Stay safe, stay happy, and stay healthy everyone.

[circeyoru]

It's almost my sleeping time so can I request again.

I just wonder How well the other react to Yandere Alastor go on a date with the reader.

I mean the people in the Hotel.

I know damn well them will be confused.

Especially what's her name again... Mimzy?

I have a feelings that she will be confused then everyone else.

That's all I hope you stay strong and healthy!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

Hi hi again!! You're going to be like a regular in my inbox now. Staying strong and healthy, thanks~

How well others react... Hmm.. If we're going with what happened for this ask, then it's gonna be interesting.

Everyone saw how you knocked Alastor out of the park with the first date. Angel was commenting on how Alastor should be the one to do that, not you. Husk slapped him upside the head to warn him to keep his mouth shut about that. What if Alastor heard that? He didn't cause all eyes and ears on you.

Later on, the dates were like a rotation between you and Alastor leading. Though it was easy to know who the date was for; if it's Alastor, you two would be out of the hotel; if it's for you, the two of you would be in the hotel but Alastor would be purely focused on you and no one can disturb you two; if it was a compromise for both of you, well, they can't tell. Any scenario, they know NOT to include any of you in their plans.

At first, they are sure as hell confused, but they also witnessed your confession (since it was done in the open). Neither you nor Alastor leaving proves a happy end. Then it was their confusion and shock as to why you picked Alastor and why Alastor was that enamoured with you. Both of you don't explain or humour them, so they just accept it. Now when they know you and Alastor are on a date, Charlie swoons and supports it, Vaggie rolls her eyes but happy that Alastor is more tamed, Niffty waves you two off, Angel teases a bit, Lucifer makes all sort of disgusted faces but wishes you well, and Husk just hope you have Alastor's attention so he's not bothered by his owner.

Now for Mimzy. Alastor will threaten her to mind her tone around you, but he didn't reveal his relationship with you. She was not as important to him now as before, so she didn't need to know about you. Say she goes to the hotel to pass the time, surprisingly there was no one after her this time. Then she sees you, alone. So she takes this chance to harass you for messing with Alastor's head. Alastor was her 'protector', the one to clean her messes because they were acquaintances in the living. Who were you to take that away from her?

Vaggie and Angel tried to get Mimzy to change targets. You and Alastor both said today was a day that the two of you won't be free to help around the hotel under any circumstances. Meaning? You two were going on a date. Distrubing any of you two was the same as a death sentence.

"Let her learn the hard way." Lucifer stopped Vaggie and Angel from their troubles. He heard Mimzy's words to you and he wasn't happy. He'd love to knock this b*tch down a peg or two, but Alastor should be even happier doing it and you'd be satisfied to see it yourself.

"All by your lonesome? Aww, did ol' Al get bored of you so soon?" Mimzy teased with a grin, her hand covering her lips poorly.

You raised a brow at her, your eyes narrowed. "Alastor?"

The colours on Mimzy's prideful face disappeared like it was sucked out of her when Alastor materialized next to you. Yup, the other residents of the hotel were familiar with such a sight; that's why they won't come near you on your dates. Alastor smiled, an arm over your shoulders while his eyes glared at his former friend, "Yes, My Beloved?"

"Beloved!?" Mimzy repeated in shock, her eyes twitched.

Now it was your turn to grin back at Mimzy, "I think I'd like to watch a show for today's date."

Alastor humoured you as he brought you close, his eyes focused solely on you, "What sort of show? I'll provide only the best."

"I'm in the mood for some screams of agony, particularly one that's high-pitched" You faked a thoughtful look.

"I have the perfect demon in mind." Alastor's smile grew to a grin, his eyes slowly directed over to Mimzy, who was cautiously backing up with each step. "My dear friend, I believe your services are required by my lovely romantic partner."

"Actually, I was just leaving." Mimzy chuckled. How was it that you two were an item? Alastor never gave her the time of day, even when he was alive. How did you catch Alastor's eye?! "So..."

Alastor's shadow tendrils appeared out of nowhere and wrapped out Mimzy, "Ah, ah, ah. You know me well. I'll do anything for the love of my life."

In the end, I'd say that Mimzy's reaction would be that of denial, shock, and disbelief. Her pride was hurt, she was with Alsator for so long and he never showed such tendencies. She didn't understand how she lost to you, in a twisted way. She was fine with Husk, because she knew Alastor held him on a leash, so she acts out as much as she wants. But in this case, you held something over her, you held the reason for her brazen actions and attitude, you won before there even was a competition. You didn't even know.

[hotchfiles]

second. damn your love.

pairing: james x fem!reader.

content warnings: james being kind of an ass, cheating on lily, lily will be probably shit talked (i luv her i'm very sorry !), mistress!reader, uhhh cursing, not totally AU but like... canon divergent i would say. probably hurt/no comfort unless i switch the ending but--

worth mentioning: reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. paragraphs completely in italic are flashbacks. pro quidditch player!james. muggle born!reader.

word count: 2,2k

chapter 2

      For some reason unknown to you, it hadn't taken James as long as usual to give you any sign that he still remembered your existence after being with you. Surprisingly, on the same day after dropping you off at home and rushing to be with his girlfriend, he sent you a message through his patronus (much too recklessly as you lived in a majorly muggle neighbourhood), apologizing for what had happened.

      Normally, you would believe his words, and then become disappointed. However, after what happened, you didn't believe anything he said, you knew he wasn't sorry and you knew you probably wouldn't be seeing him for a while.

      All you felt like doing was laying down, still feeling completely shaken, disappointed, angry... Betrayed, and it took you a while to stop crying, you couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate you, two days together and you actually started to think things were changing.

      Ingenuity or just the hard truth: It was easier to let yourself believe it.

      Luckily, or not, you still had your commitment to your responsibilities, if not your pride, you would try to maintain that instead, so the best decision was to get yourself together as best as you could the next day and go to work.

      Even though you lived mostly among muggles, a decision you had made long before graduating Hogwarts, you still ended up in a Ministry job, an obliviator. Not the most glamorous, and a lot of times you thought about getting a muggle job, but years went on and you got comfortable with it. Sometimes being able to forget is the best option there is.

      So got yourself together you did, the best as you could included showing up office ready and giving off the obvious energy that you did not want to be perturbed, especially after taking the tube half an hour later than you normally would, too loud, too full, it was probably one of the few times over the last years you wished you could just apparate in front of the right phone cabin. But an obliviator risking wizarding secrecy would be too much of an hypocrisy.

      You made sure you wouldn't be making any field work, taking the liberty to be shut in your office filling paperwork and crying, as any mature woman would if they were in your shoes: Exhausted from hating yourself because you knew you were an excellent witch, a strong-willed independent woman and still, every time James Potter smiled at you, you felt nothing but weakness.

      And there it was, the weakness as soon as you left the Ministry building and felt his gaze upon you, simply leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his face completely relaxed.

      Your hands went straight to your eyes, reminding yourself of their appearance, you looked up at the sky for a few seconds and wondered if there was a god, because it didn't matter how much you begged either Merlin or Godric, you still didn't get one single moment of peace.

      "Were you crying?" he asked straight away, without even explaining why he was there. You shook your head denying it and found refuge for eyes on your feet. "You're a terrible liar."

      "I don't think you know me that well anymore," you sighed and tried your best to look at him firmly. "No car today?"

      "I don't indulge on those very often, apparition is still a thing, you know?" You tried your very best not to roll your eyes at the arrogance he displayed, favoring instead the idea that he had the car for the weekend to please you. "You ignored my patronus, I feel like you probably didn't even check your mail, my poor owl working over time for nothing, and you're the only witch I know who doesn't have a bloody fireplace. Kinda got worried that you were mad at me." His lips formed the pout you knew so well, and you had to bite you lips to prevent yourself from smiling.

      "Not having the fireplace goes hand in hand with the anti-apparition charm on my apartment." You shrugged, it was a way to avoid unwanted guests, so he pretended to be the upmost offended by that. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the reasons why you were angry with him. "We need to talk."

      "We can do that in your apartment. Let's talk there." He nodded, and you agreed. It wasn't something to discuss so close to where you worked, for sure. He offered his arm so you would apparate together and you ignored it completely, stretching your arm to the street to get a minicab to stop for you both.

      "I'm not risking magic exposure and being fired because you rarely indulge on cars, Potter." Weirdly enough he doesn't try to convince you otherwise, getting on the backseat with you.

      On the way he told you he had been waiting for you for at least forty minutes, which you weren't sure was even true, but on any other day you would've swooned over, but his true intentions showing up came to light so quickly, you couldn't. James kept touching your thigh with his right hand slowly, teasingly, and a pantsuit was never as helpful as then, because of it you could ignore his touches or at least pretend to ignore it.

      Despite the touches, James maintained a casual conversation with you, talking about trivialities from his day, like forgetting to take his vitamin supplement in the morning and running less that afternoon so he could get home in time to take a shower and pick you up. At least that was the term he used, even though you were in a cab.

      You enjoyed having conversations like that with him, knowing how his day had been and how he felt about the team, the training sessions... It brought a sense of normality, as if you were just an ordinary couple talking about everything or just friends talking about your lives. But at that moment, you couldn't enjoy it the way you normally would due to what still lingered on your mind from the previous night, not to mention the fact that the words coming out of his mouth sounded innocent, but his eyes and hands overflowed with nothing but.

      You felt like you were under torture, the rational part of your brain competing with your emotional part, which was shaken by any touch from James, any scraps of attention. You even felt relief when you arrived at your building, especially because there were other people in the elevator, preventing him from grabbing you there and making you forget everything you so wanted to tell him. But it didn't last long. As soon as you reached your floor, you were grabbed from behind, his hands firm on your waist while his lips roamed your neck.

      "James, we need to talk," you repeated what said before, freeing yourself from his arms and walking towards the door. You unlocked it with a silent charm and left the door open for him to enter next.

      "Talk about what?" You heard the question, but his tone showed no interest in talking. In fact, he pulls you by the arm and pushes you against the nearest wall, trapping you with his arms. you lost your breath for a few seconds due to the proximity. "We can talk later," James whispers in your ear, brushing his lips softly against yours, one of his hands touching your waist under your blouse. You almost lose it, but finds the strength to get out of his embrace and leave to the kitchen.

      "I want to talk about us," you said seriously, resolute in your decision to give him an ultimatum, tired of being the mistress, but you couldn't deny that after his teasing, you just wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and hear him say your name in between moans.

      "Brilliant, let's talk," James begins, slowly moving closer to you. "But we could just go to your room and enjoy our time in a more pleasurable way."

      You feel his hands again grabbing you around the waist, and his lips brushed lightly against your ear as he detailed all the other pleasurable things he could be doing to you.

      You give up, defeated, letting out a grunt and pulling him to you, starting a desperate kiss as he takes off your pantsuit and leads you stumbling back to your bed.

      It was late at night, almost two in the morning, when the noise woke you up, almost frightened as you had no idea what it could be at that time. your first instinct was to obviously grab your wand and go to the living room, ready to disarm or worse if it was an intruder, but you noticed that it someone knocking frantically on your door.

      "Who is it?" you asked loud and clear, assuming it was a stranger trying to pull some kind of scam, you've heard of cases like that happening around the muggle neighbourhoods, the knocking then stopped and you thought you had scared away whoever was there, but you were wrong.

      "It's me…" The voice was familiar, but you doubted it was who the voice reminded you of, so you waited for more before you decided or not to open it. "James." You froze and held you breath, but still denying mentally that it could be him.

      "James? Need to be more specific."

      "Don't remember me anymore?" It was him, surely. James Potter. You hadn't seen him since the turn of the previous year, but truthfully, you hadn't really spoken to him in years, you couldn't even imagine how in hell had he found your address. "Potter."

      "What you doing here?" You open the door, giving him the space he needed to enter and smelling the alcohol invading your apartment. "It's two in the morning."

      "Not sure…" He seemed a bit disoriented, obviously because of the alcohol, but he wasn't about to fall over drunk and you mentally thanked him for that. "Was in a pub having a few, but they closed…Kept thinking about you and here I am."

      A shiver ran through your whole body and you cussed yourself, it was pathetic how he could still cause such a thing so many years after your relationship, after your last kiss, unfortunately you had never really managed to forget him, but instead you hid him deep in your memories, that way you wouldn't have to deal with your true feelings for him when you saw each other at a mutual friend's house or anything of the sort.

      But still, you did to this day found yourself thinking about him at times, but that didn't help you understand why he would be there at such a time, or why he would be thinking about you when in fact the only reason you had left his life was because of him, because if he wasn't such a dick, you might still be in a relationship today, or at least be best friends like you used to be.

      "Know what…" Even though you haven't responded to anything he's said before, he sits down on your sofa awkwardly and you feel completely uncomfortable with the situation, crossing your arms, unable to move more than that. "I'm such a twat." James lets out a weak laugh of discontent. "Letting you go that day… Mum told me what happened, but I still didn't look for you." It was amazing how he could form sentences almost perfectly even though he stank of alcohol miles away.

      "James, what do you want?" you sigh, still not understanding anything that's going on. He simply gets up and walks towards you, making you instinctively move away until you reach the end of the line, one of the walls of the living room. "Potter?"

      "I want things between us to go back to normal." His perfume takes you over as he gets closer, replacing the smell of firewhiskey, and you try not to get dizzy. "Just want you." Panic is your first reaction as his lips come close to yours and you push him away.

      "You have a girlfriend." You look into his eyes, being as serious as possible without showing how tempted you were, making exaggerated gestures with your hands to show him how wrong it was.

      "Shh, forget it, just f'now. I'll fix it, swear I'll fix everything." You soften at his words and sigh, you're probably losing your mind but still you walk towards him with your arms open for a hug and he immediately finds himself taking the chance.

      "Missed you." Your voice nothing but a whisper and James nods in response, stroking your hair.

      The affectionate embrace evolves quickly into a quiet kiss that becomes more and more desperate and before you know it, you're both on the sofa, blending into one.

      You woke up the next day feeling partially satisfied, but guilt consumed you entirely, you had slept with a committed guy, what kind of woman were you? And not only that… What would James and you be from then on?

      "Bloody hell." And there you were, waking up after given in to James' charms again, just like the first time, just like every time after that, it was frustrating how much power he held over you, you couldn't take it anymore, you were done.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

CAGED NIGHTINGALE (YANDERE TIM DRAKE X SINGER READER)

Thank you so much @mariidepp for saving so many of my works, and all of you wonderful folk out there, I really appreciate your help and support during these times. It's time I revive my blog back and be back in business 😎

It's not easy to hide something from Tim in the first place, he's pretty good at uncovering information from any source. You had a passion for music ever since you were a child, you loved singing and playing the keyboard as well. You'd practice relentlessly day in and day out, fine tuning your voice and setting your skills to perfection till you were actually ready to become a professional singer. You finally got your first contract for a movie when you'd auditioned for the singing part. From singing for movies to releasing private albums, your fame was starting to increase. However you weren't doing this for the fame, you genuinely loved doing this. Sure, the schedule could be stressful at times and hectic even, barely even giving you a moment to breathe at times, but you found your comfort and solace in singing and the world of music as your reputation soared in the music industry and had quite the massive following

You were getting ready for a concert today and you were mentally preparing yourself in your dressing room as you took a deep breath and softly hummed to yourself, a warm up exercise for your throat. You made sure to hydrate yourself as well as you heard the door open and your manager entered the room. "You ready to shine out there?" he asked you and you smiled and nodded. You could already feel the excitement and adrenaline rushing through your body, you felt nervous and excited at the same time but you composed yourself and followed your manager backstage. Your manager gave you a supportive thumbs up sign and you smiled at him gratefully, you felt grateful for all his help for making all the arrangements for a concert in Gotham as you went to greet the crowd. "WHAT'S UP GOTHAM, ARE YOU GUYS READY TO HAVE A BLAST TODAY?!" you greeted your fans and you were met with hollers and screeches of excitement from the crowd and you began to sing your songs

Meanwhile Tim was on patrol duty, he had nothing better to do and he was frankly bored, Gotham was usually known for having a history of crime occurring at least twice or thrice in a day bur surprisingly there weren't any reports of attacks today. His nerves couldn't relax though, he felt like something was up and decided to stay vigilant. He was currently on the rooftop of a building when he heard an amplified voice singing through a microphone and Tim stopped looking at his phone to listen carefully to the music. He was listening to you singing and he was mesmerized and immersed in your voice, you sounded like an angel who descended from the heavens above. He simply had to get a closer look at you. He headed towards the stadium quickly and peered from above to see you on the stage, singing and the audience cheering and clapping for you. He could see your face through the screens next to the stage and needless to say, it was literally love at first sight for him

He loved the way your expressions kept altering whenever you sang and changed your pitch from high to low, it just showed that how much you were immersed in the song you were singing. He also loved the way that you were dressed in something comfortable and classy at the same time, your beautiful eyes shining like gemstones. You barely had any makeup on you and yet you looked like an elegant and graceful angel who radiated beauty with your clothes hugging those beautiful curves of your body. Tim completely forgot about patrol duty and didn't even answer when Dick called him, asking him for the usual hourly update because he was so engrossed in your songs. He felt like you were singing solely for him and was regretful that your concert was done so soon. No matter though, he just had to find out more about you and research was something he excelled at

He couldn't forget your music or your face for weeks, he kept humming the tune you'd sang to himself and was often lost in thought about you. After he went back to the manor he immediately began his research about you, you used to be a regular high school student who had a passion for music and you were a Latino too, Argentinean to be specific. Which also led to him researching about the Latino and Argentinean culture because he wanted to impress you the next time he saw you. Somehow or the other, he needed to get your attention. His mind couldn't forget you. For weeks he stalked your social media accounts on various platforms, yes, even the Tumblr blogs as well and even went so far as to reading fanfiction about you online on Wattpad and Tumblr. He had a mixed reaction of the fanfiction about you, part of him was happy and glad that it was there because he could dream about his fantasies with you and he may or may not have written some of his own, imagining how life would be with you. And yet, another part of him was a bit upset and angry that people were thinking such lewd and dirty thoughts about someone so innocent and pure like you, he despised the way people treated you like some sort of object to analyze, you were so much more than that

His obsession for you spiraled out of control. Whenever you'd host a concert, he'd make sure to be at every single one of them without fail, with front row tickets. You'd often seen him at your concerts, he'd be standing at the edge of the stage and you felt familiar with his presence after a few concerts of yours. You really appreciated his dedication. He was also the president of your online fan club and went so far as to purchasing all your merchandise, always keeping up with the latest tabloids and gossip and news featuring you. However he didn't like it whenever you did a collaboration with someone else, what right did they even have to steal the spotlight away from you? They weren't even worthy of looking at you much less even BE in your presence in his opinion. He also despised the rumors about your love life with some random person, it should be HIM who should be your partner. He's followed you so diligently, you were his goddess and he was your loyal worshipper, no one could separate the two of you and he'd make sure that no one would dare to separate the two of you

There were rumors about you dating another singer and when Tim saw the headlines, he almost lost it and started seething. Even though he knew they were just silly and baseless rumors, he couldn't help but feel bad that someone else had dared to steal you away from him. He couldn't just sit by and let that no good scumbag take advantage of your kind and helpful nature. He did what he thought was right and tracked the person down and let's just say, he's in the hospital due to some lowlife criminals attacking him. Gotham was a pretty dangerous place after all, full of crime and deceit. When Bruce managed to secure backstage passes to meet you he almost lost his mind in a frenzy of excitement. He couldn't believe his fortune. He felt like it was the fates gift for him waiting for you so diligently and patiently

However during your next concert when he was lurking around to make sure that nothing happened to you, he noticed that one of the overhead spotlights was lose and it would fall directly on you. Tim couldn't allow that to happen, he would rather burst an artery than let you be in danger. Before you even realized that the light was about to fall on you, Tim managed to save you by pulling you out of harms way with his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you fell on his chest surprised. He felt like he was in one of those over dramatic teenage romance blockbuster films when the male lead saves the female lead. You looked at him with a rather frightened expression on your face, you couldn't see who he was because of his Red Robin mask but you hugged him and thanked him. He felt like he'd just died and gone to heaven, where he was being hugged by you. He had to blink a few times if this was a dream or not

After your concert was done, you invited him to your dressing room and he thanked his lucky stars as he followed you. He revealed his identity to you and when you thanked him again, he felt pride course through his veins. From then on, he not only saw himself as a protector and a guardian for you, he was also there whenever there was an 'attack in progress' involving you. He may or may not have bribed a few people to just look threatening so he could play the good guy and be your knight in shining armor and save you from those goons. What a sweet naive innocent little thing you were, you always fell for his act

What really drove him over the edge was you making the mistake of mentioning that you were in a relationship with someone. You wouldn't disclose the name but he just lost it completely. Of course he doesn't blame you for this, he blames the no good pest who dared to steal you away from him. He knew you wouldn't be safe in a place like Gotham without his protection, can't you see? You NEED him as much as he needs you like a dying man and air. Acting in your best interest, he ended up kidnapping you and all your social media accounts were removed. You were of course angry at him for kidnapping you and but no matter how much you screamed and cried to be set free, he simply wouldn't budge with his decision. Now you can sing your songs only for him and not for anyone else

[soleilceirinen]

I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME | Tyler Durden x fem!reader

Summary: you find Tyler in the most unexpected place, your cousin's wedding. Of course, with him there things couldn't be easy. Warning: nothing besides smut, don't read it if you are a minor. A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes and thanks for reading! Words: 1.9k

MASTERLIST

After dating Tyler for over eight months, your cousin’s wedding seems like the perfect occasion to introduce him to your family. They know you are seeing someone but they have no idea of what kind of person he is. It is not like he is the worst human being in the world, but he is kind of weird. You are not quite sure about how your grandmother is going to take it when she meets him. Perhaps she finds him charming, when it comes to Tyler you never know what to expect.

“That day I have to work, I can’t go,” says Tyler when you suggest him to be your plus one at the wedding.

It is okay, not the end of the world. Usually, he works at night. Sometimes at the local cinema, other times as a waiter. There are nights when you are almost certain that he is not working at all, nevertheless you don’t want to ask where he is or what he does. It is none of your business. All you know is that he comes home covered in bruises.

So you decide to end the conversation before he starts rambling for minutes or even hours about how weddings are social constructs imposed by today’s society and bla bla bla. You don’t feel like you have the mental strength to listen for who knows how long to another one of his speeches. According to Tyler, they won’t even last two years married and then they will have to pay again to get divorced. You know that it doesn’t have to be that way but he has his ideas and you are not going to be able to change his mind. 

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The wedding turns out to be beautiful. You even get emotional and cry a bit during the ceremony. After all, your cousin and you have grown up together - almost like siblings - so seeing him marrying the person he loves so much, with the intention to spend the rest of their lives together moves you deeply inside. 

It is celebrated outdoors, in a lovely place. The restaurant is surrounded by beautiful gardens and a pond in the center. There are fishes and turtles swimming as if nothing is happening around, oblivious to the atmosphere of celebration and happiness that surrounds them. As night falls, the place is lit with small lights scattered among the vegetation, it looks like a setting straight out of a fairy scenery. 

Surprisingly, you are having a great time as you laugh with your family and friends. After a couple of glasses of wine you feel relaxed, a smile plastered on your face and your cheeks in a lovely rosy color. 

As the food is brought to the table, something catches your attention. Or rather someone.

Even though it is dark already and all the waiters are dressed in the same white and black uniform, Tyler is quite unmistakable. You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, then he glances in your direction and smiles as if he were the devil himself before disappearing with an empty tray.

Finding him here is the last thing you expect. It is as if the universe is conspiring against you, or working in your favor so that your paths cross. Still, something makes you uncomfortable. A pang of nerves make themselves present in your stomach as you look at the soup in front of you. It is kind of creamy but you haven’t tried it yet, you just stir it with the spoon.

Everyone around is eating it, saying that it is really good but all you can think about is Tyler. At this point you know him too well to not trust it. He hasn’t smiled at you that way because he was excited to see you, he has done something to the soup. You have no proof but no doubts either. It is not the first time he does this sort of thing.

So you get up from the table and excuse yourself, going to the back of the old building on one side of the gardens, looking for the restroom. It is dark and far enough so nobody can see you from the tables. Without entering the building, you pace back and forth for several minutes until a figure dressed in white appears from behind the bushes and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground.

“Tyler, put me back down! You’re going to ruin my dress…” 

He pulls you closer before setting you down. When your heels touch solid ground again you give him a little push and grab the lapel of his jacket to pull him towards you. Your lips meet in a hungry kiss and his hands rest on your waist. A soft moan scapes your mouth.

"I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you've missed me," he whispers when you break the kiss looking for some air.

You make a tiny affirmative noise and stare at him with your big eyes, changing your expression to a serious one. “And I can tell you’ve done something to the soup, am I wrong?”

Tyler bits his lip playfully and nods, amused. You punch him in the chest again.

“You’re disgusting!” you shout at him through an angry whisper. “My grandmother is eating that soup, you know? And my mother. And my whole family. What have you put in it?”

“Have you tried it?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. You shake your head. After a pause he adds, “then it’s better if you don’t know.”

“Tyler…”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

"Disgusting!"

It makes Tyler laugh in that way of his, like a maniac. And before you can control it, you're laughing too.

Eventually, your laughter fades away and it is replaced by a dark glint in Tyler’s eyes. He looks so handsome tonight. Without hesitation, you reach to grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to you once again, pressing your lips together. Instantly, his lips and yours seem to find the perfect rhythm. That is all that exists until you feel the wall behind you give way.

He grabs you so you don’t end up on the floor. It wasn’t a wall, you realize, it was the restroom door and it was him who opened it without you noticing during the kiss. With a quick glance around you notice that the bathroom is quite big and clean enough, so you relax. Also, it is far away from the guests. You hope they are all too busy eating or too lazy to want to cross the entire property just to pee. 

His hands move to your thighs, you can feel the warmth emanating from them through the thin fabric of your dress, as he bites his bottom lip. You can’t wait any longer. You need him.

You tangle your fingers in  his hair, messing it up even more if that is even possible. In seconds, his mouth is covered by yours. This time you catch his lip between your teeth and give him a gentle tug. Tyler moans against your mouth. With a subtle movement of your hips you feel his erection pressed against you.

“Wow…” you murmur with a soft giggle while rolling up your dress. 

Almost as if it were effortless, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up, pushing you against the wall. With the cold tiles pressed against your bare back and your legs wrapped around his strong waist, you dig your nails into his shoulder through his clothes as his tip teases your entrance, sending shivers down your spine. 

With a single hand Tyler rips your underwear off in one go, tossing it casually on the floor. He never takes his eyes off your face, your body driving him crazy. Then he thrusts inside of you, without warning, and the feeling of being so full with him is overwhelming and delicious. Through a chorus of moans and sobs Tyler fucks you hard. 

You lose track of time, your family must be wondering where you are, what is taking you so long. You just hope they don’t decide to come looking for you. Nothing else matters. In this moment it’s just you and Tyler, it isn’t romantic, you are like two beasts fighting to dominate the other in a primal dance and it is starting to feel really good.

Tyler feels your walls clenching around his length, you are close to cumming. So he keeps up the pace while stroking your clit with his thumb until you fall against his shoulder with your eyes closed, panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He cums too. Still not letting go, he turns his face and leaves a small kiss on the side of your head. 

When your heels finally touch the ground once again, you feel like your legs are made out of jelly. 

You sigh and stretch your back. “Time to go, handsome,” you say as you look around. Your eyes linger on your torn underwear discarded on the floor. Tyler follows your gaze and bends down to pick up the lacey fabric. He stares at it for a few seconds before burying his nose in it. “Tyler! What are you doing? Don’t!”

“It smells like you” he states simply, shrugging and putting the fabric in one of his pockets. “I’ll keep it.”

“You do you, but you broke it. It’s kind of useless now. Can you tell that I’m not wearing any underwear?” Tyler stares at your ass shamelessly, with half a smile. Then he shakes his head. “Good.”

As you try to fix your hair as much as possible in the bathroom mirror, Tyler runs his hands over your sides a few times in an attempt to smooth out the mess of wrinkles your dress has turned into. Finally, you ran your fingers under your eyes to remove any smudged mascara. Is it very obvious that you just fucked like an animal in the bathroom? Giving Tyler one last peck on the lips, you walk back to your table, hoping that it doesn’t show too much. 

-

You smell Tyler before seeing him. 

He stands behind you, placing the desserts in front of each guest. When he leans down to place yours, his arm brushes your shoulder and his face rests only a few inches from yours, too close to go unnoticed by everyone. When you look around the table, you notice that they are too drunk to even care. 

Your heart beats fast, even though initially you thought of introducing him to your family at the wedding, now you don’t feel prepared at all. It feels so abrupt. So you remain impassive, trying not to let any small gesture give you away although Tyler is not making it easy.

He winks at you before turning to who he supposes must be your grandmother, smiling charmingly. He looks good and he knows it. Sometimes you envy him for it, for that self confidence that exudes from every pore of his skin. “Was the soup good, ma’am?”

She starts complimenting all the dishes, with special interest in the soup, and you roll your eyes while biting the inside of your cheek. 

Your eyes focus on the dessert and Tyler alternatively. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, still talking to your grandmother, and smiles even more. It looks like a harmless ice cream, covered with fancy decorations and a suspicious whitish sauce that could be nothing. But what if…?

You sigh. Damn Tyler and his terrorist food tendencies.

[bisha-chan]

what if you are mom's new project Partner and she brings you along, threatening aomine in case he acts weird because you're pretty cool and she doesn't want to change partners again but aomine "accidentally" flirts with you?

I absolutely love these random Aomine scenarios! This is a cute one!!! tbh need more cute Aomine fics!!! Hope you like it! ❤️🫶

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"Satsuki's late."

Aomine grumbles under his breath, today he was not planning on even heading out. But Momoi had forced him to a study session since their coach told her that Aomine was in danger of failing a class.

He was waiting at a cafe that Momoi told him to show up to.

Aomine raised an eyebrow when his phone rings with a short notification, another message from Momoi.

"I'm bringing a friend along so don't you dare act rude, Dai-chan. If you do, say goodbye to Mai-chan."

"What?" Aomine scoffs at Momoi's message, she was bringing along a random person? He shrugs his shoulders and leans back on the chair, sipping on his drink with a bored look on his face.

30 minutes later, Momoi arrived with you in tow.

Aomine didn't particularly care about you at first sight.

Yeah, he absolutely didn't.

He didn't care that you looked like you were shining, maybe it was the cafe's lighting or something.

He didn't care that you smiled so beautifully at him despite never meeting him before. Maybe you were just that friendly?

He didn't care that your voice was soft and felt like it was calling out to him everytime you spoke. Maybe you were just a good singer?

He didn't care that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and took the seat next to you in a heartbeat even though you should be sitting next to Momoi because she was your partner in the project you two were working on.

"Dai-chan, this is (Y/N)-chan!" Momoi beams, literally hugging (Y/N) as she introduces her to Aomine.

"(Y/N)-chan this is—"

"My name is Aomine Daiki."

Silence ensued for a while, Momoi gazing at Aomine with wide eyes and mouth agape in shock.

Did he just...introduce himself first?!

Aomine never did that! He's such an arrogant person that he would say people should know his name without him even saying it to them.

"Oh, Hi." (Y/N) greets with a soft smile, "I'm (First Name) (Last Name). Nice to meet you, Aomine-san!"

"..Just call me Daiki, that's too formal."

Momoi was watching the exchange with shock on her face. Aomine was acting so out of character! But why? Formality? Momoi was shocked Aomine even knew the word 'formal'!!

"A-Are you really Dai-chan? Did you get kidnapped by aliens and replaced by any chance?!"

"Shut up, Satsuki. Let's get this thing started so I can go home fast!" Aomine says as he takes a seat near (Y/N), his usual bored look on his face.

After Momoi ordered a bunch of drinks and food, the three began studying. Momoi and (Y/N) working on their project while Momoi ocassionally slapped Aomine to make sure he did his homework and study.

"(Y/N)-chan, about our project I was thinking we should revise the third—" Momoi pauses and sighs, "Dai-chan, can you move?!"

(Y/N) looks up from her laptop and watches as Momoi and Aomine bicker.

"Why are you sitting in between (Y/N)-chan and me?! I need to sit beside her!"

"Just deal with it, Satsuki. It's too much of a pain to change seats now." Aomine grumbles, not even glancing at Momoi.

When Momoi stood up to go to the restroom, Aomine grew nervous being alone with (Y/N). He wanted to strike up a conversation, but what?

All he could think of was basketball.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Aomine calls out, pushing his notebook closer towards you as he leans in close.

"You know how to get this?"

(Y/N) raises an eyebrow as she closes her laptop for a second and moves closer, "Yeah. This is easy— first, you just...."

Aomine couldn't hear anything after she moved closer towards him. Her shoulder was literally near his chest— one small push could make her fall into his arms.

Surprisingly, Aomine was curious about how it would feel like to hold her in his arms. She seemed small, she would definitely fit right into his arms.

"So?"

"Huh?"

She looked up, blinking her innocent (E/C) eyes at him. "Did you get it?"

"O-Oh," Aomine clears his throat, looking away as he moves fast. "Yeah, thanks genius."

"I'm not a genius." She laughs and Aomine pauses, he just made her laugh.

Why was her laugh so pleasing to hear?

"You're good with your fingers, huh?"

Aomine's comment made (Y/N) pause, as well as Momoi who just came back. A second later, his thoughtless comment earned him an elbow to the stomach from Momoi.

"Sorry, (Y/N)-chan." Momoi apologizes, "Dai-chan makes thoughtless remarks because he's a pervert."

"N-No, it's okay." (Y/N) says, stifling a laugh. "He's actually funny, and he doesn't seem like a bad guy."

Aomine was itching to talk to her, know more about her— but Momoi would kill him if he did so.

"Hey, can you pass me that eraser?"

Aomine and (Y/N) both reached for the eraser at the same time— their hands brushing against each others for a split second.

(Y/N) flinched and quickly retracted her hand, Aomine grabbed it and handed it to Momoi.

"S-Sorry," she spoke in a soft voice, red tinting her cheeks as she began focusing on her laptop.

"Hey, do you secretly just want to touch me?" Aomine says, a teasing smirk on his lips as he grins at her.

"What? No! I would never—!"

"I'm kidding," Aomine says, with a soft laugh. "I'll let you off this time because you're cute."

Momoi still had no clue that her project partner and friend were slowly getting interested in each other.

As the sun set, their time drew to an end. After Momoi and (Y/N) finally finished their project, Aomine was left with a sense of dread.

He was sure he was never gonna get to see you ever again— Momoi would never give him your contact number for fear he'd do something weird to you.

So he had to figure out how to get your number on his own. Aomine had always been so arrogant, but here he was getting all anxious thinking up on ways to ask for your number.

"You're good at studying," Aomine says as they step out of the cafe— Momoi stepped away because she called Kuroko, so the two were left alone.

"Not really," she replies in a soft hum, looking up at him to meet his eyes. "Aomine-san, are you bad at studying because you're good at basketball?"

Aomine turns to face her and sees the teasing smile playing on her lips, he chuckles lowly.

"Then," He begins as he moves closer to her,

"Since you're good at studying, you must suck at basketball. Want me to teach you sometimes?"

(Y/N) smiles at the sight of a shy Aomine, he looked arrogant at first sight with his towering height and intense blue eyes. But deep inside, he was just a softie.

She smiles as she hands him the eraser that they fought over earlier and lifts a hand to wave goodbye.

"I'd like that sometimes."

As she began walking away, Aomine furrowed his eyebrows and turned over the eraser— her number was scribbled on it.

"....She's so cute," Aomine whispers as he places the eraser inside his pocket with a smile on his face.

He was definitely gonna see her again.

[deadgirlwalking91]

oh lmao it’s fine! i’m sry for ruining the surprise tho..istg i didn’t mean to.

u can totally make it up by writing some other kind of scenario if u want to, u can choose whatever u want and i mean it! i love the way u writ you’re fantastic 😭✋

Hey Anon,

Absolutely no issue at all! More than happy to even let some more info slip - it'll be called, 'I Don't Dance' and was inspired by the ask that was sent earlier in the week re Adam and Lute dancing at a club. But! Also more than happy to whip up a little scene, so here you are (and thank you for the compliment, too!). Enjoy! PS - @a-dose-of-comatose gave me the prompt for this because I couldn't think of one, but I've deviated slightly 😂 sorryyyyyy

Touching back down in Heaven after an Extermination was a sensation that Lute would never grow tired of.

Sure, ramming her sword through the throats of the shitbags that littered the streets of Hell was satisfying, and perhaps the gratification she got from seeing their insides splatter against the pavement was a little…much, but nothing beat flying back through that portal and setting foot on Holy land, where she belonged.

Glancing around at the surrounding Exorcists who had congregated in the barracks showers, she sheathed her sword before placing her hands either side of her helmet and lifted it off her head. She tucked it under her arm and ran a wet, blood-soaked hand through her hair, leaving streaks of red in its wake.

“Hey, great job taking down that loan shark today, Lute!” Layla had already stripped down to her underwear and sports bra, uniform dutifully discarded into the giant hamper that housed all their soiled tunics, gloves and leggings. Some poor fucker – usually one of the newer recruits – would be responsible for sorting through and washing them all over the coming days.

“Thanks,” Lute grinned, bumping her fist against Layla’s outstretched one. “Did you see how fucking desperate he was to get away?”

“Yeah, but you took care of that right away!” Cinnamon laughed as she headed towards the shower cubicles. “That sorry cunt never stood a chance against you!”

Cinnamon was right. No Sinner that dared to lock eyes with Lute ever lived to tell the tale. She made damn sure of that.

“How many did you manage this year, Lieutenant?” a short, brunette Exorcist emerging from the showers asked.

“Two hundred and fifty one, Coco. You?”

“A hundred and three, ma’am.”

“Not a bad effort for your second year. Keep it up. You might crack one-fifty next year.”

Lute glanced down at her watch. Five-thirty. The only downside to returning to Heaven after an Extermination meant that her working day wasn’t over; she and Adam were responsible for filling out all the initial report that needed to be submitted to Sera by midnight that same day. She had half an hour before she needed to be back in the office, ready for their debrief.

Or at least, that’s what she told her sisters-in-arms.

Realising she was still holding her helmet, Lute quickly slipped out of the bathroom to return it to the arsenal. Another unlucky Exorcist would be tasked with cleaning and polishing all of them, before another, more tech-savvy soldier would perform yearly maintenance on them.

It was easy enough to find her helmet’s spot in the armoury. It was in prime position to the very left of the doorway, right beside Adam’s. Surprisingly, his was already racked away; normally he’d take it home with him as he wore it most of the time, even outside of Extermination season. She set it down gently.

“How fucking long did you wanna take, bitch?”

Lute screamed and whirled around; despite knowing exactly who that voice belonged to, it didn’t change the fact that it startled her completely. Adam stood, leaning against one of the walls.

“Sir,” she gasped, holding a hand to her bloodied chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Next time, keep your guard up and you won’t have to worry about being scared.” Adam said as he slowly advanced towards her. Lute felt her pulse quicken with each step, until he stopped just short of arms’ reach. She was sure her heart was going to burst through her chest.

“Did anybody follow you here?”

“No,” she breathed, looking up into his face. “They’ve all hit the showers. Nobody suspects a thing. They probably think I’m on my way to do paperwork.”

“Paperwork,” he laughed, snaking a hand around her waist. “Who the fuck does more work after a fucking Extermination?”

“Us, apparently,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to lace her arms around his neck. “I’m not sure if I should be offended that they believe that lie so easily.”

“I’m fucking offended,” Adam said, “you shouldn’t be, considering you love paperwork and all that shit.”

“I do,” Lute agreed, “but there’s only one thing I’m interested in doing post-Extermination.”

“Oh yeah babe, and what’s that? Besides taking a shower, by the way. You fucking reek.”

She smirked and pulled his head down to hers, pausing just long enough so she could whisper, “You”, before kissing him utterly senseless.

[gerbiloftriumph]

Floating Castle Liveblog (third read)

In 2020, I read the first king's quest adaptation novel. Again. Because 2020 was awful.

August 22, 2020 –

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I'm not going to read this aga--oh wait no who am I kidding I'm trapped at work for another four hours and it's *not* a good day and I just want my tea drinking wizard tree and frog prince and mcguffin king and headless ghosts and the soft delights of smarmy sassy villains. (also the kq series is the only series i have easy access to rn so shhh)

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"Castles do not fly." The title of the book says otherwise, sir.

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Gotta admit, Telgrin's perpetual single thundercloud over his castle still gives me ridiculous amounts of joy. I'm sitting here grinning honestly for the first time all day. I love my melodramatic sassmaster.

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I comment on it every single time I read this (yes this IS the third time I've read this in three years, leave me alone), but I seriously love watching Graham being an actual king. I love adventures, and I love royals, and I love adventuring royals, but I also really like the sturdy basis of kindness and clarity Graham just has as a leader. It's really pleasant.

page 20

IT HIM. Heeeeeeere's Telgrin! Do you think Telgrin spent hours shuffling around trying to perfect that gliding walk? Stars, I hope he did. I mean in any other villain it would just be natural but with my emo goth drama king who tries too hard, everything is carefully plotted for maximum visual aesthetic.

page 22

Totally seriously, though, the contrast between Graham's tightly contained fury and balance of how he's been treating the assembly and Telgin's wide swept theatrics and overblown personality is SO good. This sort of subtle contrast really does raise this book from generic game adaptation to surprisingly pleasant fantasy. It's still genre light, but it has confidence and solid bone work.

page 23

"The news reached me that you were gathering all your knights here today, Graham, so it seemed a convenient time." Because Telgrin won't do anything without an audience to oooh and ahhh over his antics.

page 30

"Everything seemed muted, vague, unreal." Oh, did you mean my life right now? No? Close enough.

page 33

"and a small pear." Yes, a crucial thing to make sure you pack on your voyage. Good call.

page 38

TREE WIZARD oh stars my whole heart is happyyyyy. What a mood improvement.

page 40

"So, that castle belongs to this guy named Telgrin." "Oh yeah, Telgrin. He's evil. Don't mess with him." "You know him?" "I know his reputation." Stars, Telgrin would be SO PLEASED to know his reputation precedes him now. I hope he started some of those rumors himself.

page 40

I still can't handle the density of this conversation. "Telgrin is a stealer of souls." "A stealer of souls? What's that?" Alexander. Alexander, pleaaaase think about what you just said. Please. I love you, but seriously.

page 45

Even when you are a tree wizard, that is, a wizard slowly and literally turning into a tree, it's still important that you get your morning cup of tea. Morowyn knows it. So should you.

page 47

In other words, Alexander, you're just a glorified babysitter. You could have asked Big Knight Brian Blessed to be your partner in crime on this heist and gotten a better result. (i'm kidding of course I love Cyril to absolute pieces, look at this farmboy wizard lad he's so squishy and blond and round and I love him.)

page 54

heist heist heist heIST let's plan a HEIST.

page 58

The moat monsters also have a taste for the finer things in life. Like feather-capped adventurers. Castle Daventry is literally the most perfect fantasy castle there is. It even has a hoard of moat monsters. Like, you can't get more Fantasy Castle than this place. Telgrin only wishes his castle was that cool. He just has to make do with personal thunderclouds.

page 63

A small thing, but I super love Mills's emphasis on color. From the rain slanting golden in the yellow torchlight, to the hills here slowly changing from an angry maroon to a deep indigo with a band of yellow slowly disappearing as the sun sets...it's heavily visual, like he's literally painting a screen from the games, and I find it rather peaceful, somehow.

page 64

Literally just the ringwraith scene from Fellowship of the Ring, but with King's Quest protagonists instead of Frodo and friends. The audacity of this book. I love it.

page 69

Mills was absolutely just rereading Fellowship of the Ring when he was asked to write this book. It's not even subtle at this point. .........and I super love every single reference with all my silly fantasy heart.

page 89

I can't think of a single other fantasy in which the protagonist lassos a kelpie and attempts to ride it. I can't imagine why not. It's a flawless plan.

page 96

I feel like that's just magic homemade whiskey. Getting the prince drunk might not be in everyone's best interest.

page 97

Alexander, you gotta stop calling people "ho." You're gonna offend someone. (I'm kidding, of course. "Ho there" is as traditionally delightful as "Who goes there," and highly welcome to behold.)

page 99

platform boots

page 100

I'm sorry, I know I commented on this when I read this last year, but...again. Telgrin has One Single Lone Stupid Thundercloud, which "hovered over a high central tower. From time to time, this cloud would light with an internal fire, and a low, menacing rumble would break across the land." It's like the Winnie the Pooh raincloud, with ambient sound effects. The audacious aesthetic of this guy is a DELIGHT to behold.

page 107

Aaah yes the Road to El Dorado sequence. Truly, this book is nothing but the best hits of adventure tropes crammed into a book 300 pages long.

page 108

Does this mean that Telgrin has also been to Narnia? Oh dear.

page 112

Again. "The cloud." Not many clouds. Just the one. A single, lone, silly, thundercloud.

August 24, 2020 –

page 114

Wait, what came first, this book or the Muppet Christmas Carol movie? Because all I can picture is Scrooge's Statler-shaped Muppet door knocker, but with extra teeth, shrieking.

page 117

Is Alexander is the only person in the series to ever have a proper sword fight? I mean, not counting....uhhhh is it Owen in KQ8? (Super didn't play KQ8, everyone said it wasn't worth the effort.)

page 123

Like, I gotta say: binding souls to armor, cool. Great scheme, very evil. Making it so that just knocking the helmet off releases the soul into the night forever? ...nooooot the most ideal.

page 126

You know in Princess Bride, when Westley tries to wrestle Fezzik, and just kinda runs at him and squeezes him and absolutely nothing happens? Alexander, right here, vs the black knight.

page 131

A barikar is not a real fantasy monster--the only google result that comes up is that, yes, Telgrin owns one. But it's a huge rabbit with a rat nose, dog fangs, fish scales instead of fur, and human like hands with claws. It sees about as well as a human, but it can hear well, thanks to the rabbit ears. It's absolutely ridiculous. I love it. I wonder if I can convince my dm to make it a fight in our campaign.

page 133

My sweet babiiiiies. Alexander making Cyril stand behind him to protect him and Cyril absolutely refusing and taking the front anyway. I love these kids. I say, fully recognizing that they're semi-close to my age and know how to handle swords and magic.

page 133

Oh, no, excuse me, the Bariker doesn't have rabbit ears--it has bat ears. Which just kind of further emphasizes how much I want this thing in a campaign. It's so ridiculous.

page 139

Where was he? Yes. Who was this beside him? Yes. How long had he been asleep? No way of knowing. Alexander, those are not answers to questions, except maybe the last one. You've answered nothing. Alexander, please.

page 141

headless ghost headless ghost headless ghoooost i can't stop smiling he's holding it like a football it's amazing

August 25, 2020 –

page 142

Lydia's mom caught Anime Mom Protagonist Disease. It's a tragic illness. No hope of recovery.

page 142

"Owen took a brief pause, while Alexander reflected on the fact that he was getting used to carrying on a conversation with a beheaded man. It was starting to seem almost normal. Almost." How is this a real book. I love this book.

page 143

tragic telgrin backsto--oh wait it's not tragic at all he's just always been a brat.

page 144

"Somehow a beheaded man on his feet was infinitely more alarming than a beheaded man quietly seated." o rly?

page 145

Look, it is a *little* creepy that he would install magic mirrors of spying in his daughter's bedroom without her knowledge, but considering Owen admitted to teaching Telgrin everything he knows, including presumably soul torturing magic, we can kind of assume Owen isn't actually that good a guy after all.

page 149

Glowing moss in fantasy must be the most useful plant ever cultivated.

page 155

Obviously, there's nothing wrong with describing Alexander's haunches, but it's also just a little weird. It's not...a word I hear often, especially in reference to humans.

page 156

I like a good wizard who knows that a cup of tea soothes most ills. A man after my own heart.

page 156

"After allowing himself to wallow in depression for a short while, he pushed his mood aside with a firm effort, squared, his shoulders, and said, 'Well, the sooner we get going, the sooner you'll get your bath and your tea.'" Ah, yes, of course, just push aside your wallowing. Why didn't I realize it was that easy?

page 158

"A few wary, rather mincing steps, brought him to the vestibule." Alexander, your author is making fun of you. Just a bit.

page 161

The book is very, very clear that it's just Graham's face floating in the soul-capture orb. The book is very, very wrong. It's a tiny Graham floating around in there. Like, full body, but like two inches high. This is fact, and better than a disembodied Wizard of Oz-style face. I'm just letting you all know that the book is misprinted. Every copy. It's a full body'd Graham. Just smol.

page 162

YEAH BOI PUNCH AN UNDEAD KNIGHT...oh no, your arm, why did you just literally punch a suit of armor, you donut, you know better than that

August 26, 2020 –

page 167

To be fair, the door is now open. As is the floor, and the wall, and...well, the room, to the sky. Definitely very open.

August 27, 2020 –

page 169

It's turned into Dragon's Lair instead of King's Quest, for this scene. Super into it. Wouldn't want to play it as a video game, though--the amounts of game overs....

August 31, 2020 –

page 169

"But this insignificant event raised within him an unexpected fury. He cursed the poor root to withering, black perdition, cursed it deeply and sincerely, cursed it with all his soul." Gods, Alexander, I get it. Man, do I ever get it. I'm so tired.

page 177

"This was it, the nadir. It could not get any worse than this." You sure about that, kid? I think we've got one more scrape at the bottom of the barrel we can squeeze into."

page 181

Alexander is thiiiiiiiis close to snapping. Kid, I understand you. Critically and crucially, I understand.

page 183

FROG PRINCE. I told you there was one more level we could reach. The royal family gets transformed into animals rather frequently. At least this time he's not a snail, poor kid.

page 183

"With a sense of profound shock, he realized that he had been transformed into a frog--a rather large and handsome frog, it's true, but still a frog." You can't make this stuff up. This book is perfect. The ideal. The author is calling Alexander a handsome frog. He's a frog, but a good looking one. I can't handle this.

page 185

"Did you speak, Sir Frog?" "That's Prince Frog, to you." Alexander, be nice. Don't pull rank. I don't think you have rank to pull anymore. Smelly swamp rank, at best.

page 186

I like to think that was just Alexander swearing, but it was masked as a ribbit.

page 187

To be fully fair, Alex, you do kind of need him to reattach Graham's soul, so maybe it's for the best that he doesn't go far.

page 189

If I were a soul-armor, and this frog decided to enter the castle, to be honest, I think I would probably just let it. Because it's a frog.

page 194

There's fanart of this scene too because it's hilarious. She kisses a frog, he becomes a man hanging half over the rim of a fountain, and all she can say is "Goodness! But...you're beautiful." Ridiculous.

page 194

HA and then she tries to recover saying, "I haven't seen that many men in my life. Hardly any, actually. I'm sure that you're really very ordinary." Kid. Please, stop insulting him, you're going to make him sad(der than he already is)

page 198

It's at this point that Alexander just sort of gives in to the sass and the snark and starts leaning into the nonsense. "Creature?" "She's not entirely human." "Uh, in what way is she not human?" "To begin with, she has two heads, no hair, only three fingers on each hand, and is fully seven feet tall." "You're right. That doesn't sound entirely human." Pleeaaaaase this book is a deliiight.

page 200

That twilight area between wakefulness and sleep, with thoughts centered on nothing at all? my brain, today. fully. I've got nothing left to offer anyone, except not-very-funny remarks on this book.

page 202

Nothing Telgrin does is ever common. Overblown and ludicrous, maybe, but never ever common.

September 1, 2020 –

page 209

When the two headed guard calls to the intruding man like a person tempting a kitty cat. "Come here, man, pspspsps. Man, man, maaaan." Instead of catnip, she can bring tacos.

page 211

Again, I just gotta let you all know that the books have been misprinted. It's not a disembodied head floating in the orb, even if it's probably supposed to be an Owen's decapitated head parallel, because that's dumb. It's a tiny two-inch tall Graham floating in the orb, not just his face. I don't know how all the copies got misprinted like that, but they did. It's really a tiny Graham. Cute. Okay? Okay. Onward.

page 212

I love One Stubborn King.

page 216

I can't actually make snide jokes about the text when I'm actually just outright enjoying it. The sheer blissy silly triumph of Telgrin, the stubbornness and sharp agony of my dear sweet Graham, Alexander standing there ruminating on what loyalty means--this is exactly my flavor of fantasy jam.

September 17, 2020 –

page 225

I still kind of sort of love that Telgrin apparently decided that the best way to use the magic staff was to make it respond to wishes. "I wish for a giant fireball." And thus, one appears. It just...speaks to some strange childishness that I find totally hilarious in this big bad villain.

page 230

Again, the book is misprinted. I'm not about these weird Wizard of Oz style floating faces. They're weird. It's a fully bodied apparition of Telgrin yelling at Alexander, hands on hips, just as it's a tiny full bodied shape of Graham in the orb. My version is better.

page 231

"I could kill you now, if I wanted." "I don't think so," Alexander said defiantly. "Is *everyone* in Daventry this obstinate?" Sir. My dude. My man. Palberto. You messed with the wrong royal family, and they come from knight stock, not actually blue blood at all. They're going to *wreck* you.

page 232

"I'll live, I think." Alexander, your ability to comfort others leaves a little bit to be desired.

page 234

I'm not actually kidding. If Mills hadn't read Fellowship of the Ring at least a week or two before writing this, I will eat my whole entire adventuring cap. That's the Watcher in the Water, as there was literally lembas bread earlier and a ringwraith before that. Fantasy tropes or not, this is just sneaking Tolkien references in because Mills is a fanboy (I mean, obviously: he's writing company-approved fanfic).

page 237

Again, Alexander, realize this: Telgrin learned everything he knows from Owen. One might assume, especially knowing how dark those mirrors felt, that Owen himself is *not actually a very good guy.*

page 241

It's kind of like cheerfully presenting Sweeney Todd with his shaving tools. "At last, I am complete again!" Not.....super great, I feel.

page 242

I love that it's not actually magic keeping the castle moored, but a big ol' safety pin. That's not even actually much of an exaggeration. "At the bottom of that well you will find a large golden pin embedded in the paving stone. You are to remove this pin. It may not be easy, but you must do it. It will set the castle free from the moorings of the earth."

page 248

The fact that Telgrin now has to wear an eyepatch is great enough. The fact that he took the time to make sure it perched on "his bald head at a jaunty angle" is almost too much to bear. I hope he stood in front of his cracked and smoking mirror adjusting it just so before coming down for this final confrontation.

page 248

"I'll probably never see out of this eye again, I hope you're happy with yourself." "I mean...you *were* trying to kill me." "Irrelevant." Boys, please, there are serious issues at hand.

page 250

"All I've ever asked in return is that you marry me, and that you not burden me with your opinions." Telgrin, the ultimate flirt. Magnificent.

page 251

Telgrin's snarky sassy meltdown is the greatest. "She's now willing to marry me, merely to save your worthless life! Willingly! Well, I won't have it, I tell you. She shall marry me unwillingly, or not at all!" Telgrin, you are absolutely bonkers and you're my favorite villain in any piece of media ever, full stop. The sheer ridiculousness of *you* with your wish-magic and bloviating and grandiose posturing....divine.

page 253

Telgrin's pasty complexion is enough to "make a marble statue appear dark by comparison." If this were a modern AU, Telgrin would be that emo kid hunched over twitter mansplaining at everyone, while listening to the rainy mood app constantly. He's an absolute delight from start to finish, especially because he *is* a threat and he *could* win if he wasn't so obsessed with the *aesthetic* and the need to show off.

page 255

Ahh one of my favorite lines in the whole book: "It's blame-everything-on-Telgrin time, is it?" What villain talks like this?? Who does this?!! No one but Telgrin, author Craig Mills, and this goofy novelisation of the very sassy, very cliche, very delightful, King's Quest series. Fantasy tropes, sass, snark, and everything. This book is nothing but pure sugared joy for me.

page 266

No more than two feet of earth held the entire castle in place, and now they're floating away again like the house in Up. Delightful.

page 270

Telgrin, you can't behead someone who has already been beheaded. Be sensible.

page 273

"Can you think of any way for us to get down from [this steadily rising floating castle]?" "I could attempt to fly you down!" All in all, Alexander thought he would rather just jump. Boys, please.

page 288

A Valanice story, I think, would have been very welcome. I'm glad for the trilogy we got, but I really would have enjoyed an official novel from her perspective. This lonely image of her standing alone before the throne, with her husband dying in the next room and her son gone for at least a week to face an unknown villain alone, while her kingdom is ravaged by evil knights....it feels worth exploring.

page 291

I absolutely one thousand million percent love this strobing effect of two Grahams floating together, his transparent and delicate soul settling down into his body again. It's delightful.

page 292

Pleaaase Graham, say "A heart is a heavy burden." I know this book came out like a decade before the Howl's Moving Castle (the movie at least, I don't know the book's publication date), but pleaaaase. I know you won't, but I want you to.

page 293

SHRIEKING. I don't ever ship things, but this is my otp for liiiiiife look at these two precious beans together I'm just THRILLED the smile on my face is enormous ahhhh Valanice and Graham have hardly anything going for them in the original games since they hardly ever interact on screen but this book and this scene is just DELIGHTFUL.

September 17, 2020 – Finished Reading

Again, five stars out of five stars

[daveysjackie]

My Memory Is Your Canvas

A person is presumed dead seven years after their disappearance. It’s been eight years since Davey’s fiancé, Jack, vanished.

When Davey woke, he was alone.

Like he had been for the last 8 years.

He turned from his back to look at the empty space on the right hand side of the bed.

I have to sleep on the right, Dave! I’m a rightie and you’re a lefty, it only makes sense.

As always, the engagement ring on his finger was heavy with the weight of sadness and regret.

David Zachariah “Walking Mouth” Jacobs, will you marry me?

He looked at the painting, hung on the wall that was opposite the bed. Jack had painted it the entire month after proposing. Apple blossom trees (Davey’s favourite) under a bright sky. Two familiar silhouettes danced in the shade.

His second alarm went off, awakening him from the memories that clouded his mind.

He checked his phone, realising Katherine had texted him, enquiring as to whether their plan of going out for coffee was going ahead.

In all honesty, he wanted to cancel. It was coming up to Jack’s birthday and the depression tended to hit him hard.

But he’d already cancelled on his two best friends multiple times recently and they practically had to force him to agree to today.

So, once Davey confirmed they would see him there, he freshened up, throwing open the curtains and opening the window, a smile flickering on his lips as the warm air brushed across his face, reminding him of a happier time.

How’d you never learn to ride a bike? Les and Sarah both ride. C’mon, summer is a great time to learn. No. You’re not getting out of this, Jacobs. If you manage to keep your own balance for five seconds today, I will pay for all our ice-cream for the rest of the summer.

Davey only managed three seconds that day but Jack still insisted on buying all their ice cream. He proposed the last day of summer as they shared an ice cream cone in the park.

“I miss you, Jackie,” Davey whispered into the wind.

——————————

“No.”

“Davey, you can’t cling to false hope.”

Davey glared at Spot who just glared back. Katherine sighed loudly, pulling their attention towards her.

“David, you led the investigation. It’s been eight years.”

When Davey didn’t say anything, Spot gently rested her hand over his.

“We all miss him. He was my brother. But you have to move on with your life.”

Scoffing, Davey couldn’t help but sarcastically quip, “That’s easy for you two to say.”

“Davey-”

“You have Race and your siblings. You two are trying for kids. And Kath? Your father is retiring at the end of the year. Your brother is set to inherit the company and promote you to his right hand woman. And you’re going to ask Sarah to marry you at that big Christmas party. You both have lives to continue with other people. Jack was-” Davey sucked in a harsh breath. “He is my everything.”

Katherine and Spot stumbled over their words as Davey abruptly stood and left.

——————————

It was getting late when Davey arrived home.

Working in the Missing Persons department of the New York Police still stung a little. Especially since the only missing person he hadn’t found was his own fiancé.

Yes, it felt great to see family and loved ones reunited after terrifying experiences. But now, the scenes were tinged with bitterness.

No matter how he felt, it didn’t change the fact that David Jacobs was one of the best. So when he saw the front door of his apartment, he instantly noticed the new scratches around the lock.

He rested a hand on the gun he wore in his holster, slowly walking in, taking in the damage.

Thick mud had been tracked down the hall. Surprisingly, most of his possessions seemed untouched.

Still suspicious, he followed the mud, careful not to disturb the prints or touch anything else.

He was led to his own room and immediately noticed what had been taken.

The painting was gone.

A laugh escaped him.

Only two people knew that the painting had actual value alongside sentimental. And Davey sure as hell hadn’t told anyone. Which only meant one thing.

“Jack is alive.”

(Feel free to send me asks about this AU)

[puphyo]

may I request baby Hyo's first time nursing with Nayeon

of course <33 i love writing stuff like this i hope you enjoy!! i wrote this as idols, i hope that’s alright!! ||| cw nursing if it wasn’t obvious!!

hyo had been little all day, nothing that nayeon couldn’t handle, she’s been affectionate and sweet all day, something nayeon loves when she is. some other members work around in the kitchen, nayeon can smell food being cooked, as her and jihyo rest on the couch and though she’s not watching the most kid friendly thing to watch, jihyo isn’t paying attention, she’s busy soaking up her nayeon’s scent and comfort, off in her own world. her eyes are closed, one of her hands rest on nayeon’s chest, feeling nayeon’s breathing, the other is wrapped around nayeon’s middle.

it was soon after the last episode of the season of her tv show that nayeon was brought something to eat - and something for jihyo. jihyo being so small today, meant that nayeon was going to need to feed hyo, she didn’t trust jihyo to not spill, especially if not sat at the table. so, even if it took them a while to get jihyo all the way through her dinner, nayeon didn’t mind, she’d feed jihyo as long as she needed to be, just to make sure her tummy was full and the little girl was a happy girl.

and after dinner came the bedtime routine that all of the caregivers in the group went through if they were looking after a little. bathe the little (it went surprisingly easy, even with how young jihyo felt), put the little in comfortable clothes, do a wind down activity, and tuck them in bed (snuggles are nearly a necessity to every regressor in the group)

but during the wind down activity tonight, jihyo didn’t just want to be in nayeon’s arms while they cuddled and watched a movie, she kept lifting at, and tugging at nayeon’s shirt. nayeon had changed into a pajama button up, and by this point, jihyo was fiddling with the buttons, as if she was trying to figure out how to undo them, though the elder understood what jihyo wanted after a while.

she propped herself up against the headboard of the bed they would sleep in that night (nayeon’s) unbuttoned her shirt for the most part, down to her abdomen, but it was still cold in the room, so nayeon didn’t necessarily want to be shirtless in the brisk air. jihyo’s eyes had slipped closed in nayeon’s repositioning of them, and nayeon didn’t think to have the girl open her eyes. assuming jihyo just wanted to feel her skin, nayeon’s own eyes slipped closed, tuckered out from the week prior, even if today was their rest day.

but it surprised nayeon when felt jihyo’s mouth at her chest, feeling the girl suckle, though, she wasn’t latched properly. nayeon opened her eyes, in shock, blinking a few times, before gently cupping jihyo’s chin. nayeon tríes to gently guide jihyo closer to have a proper latch, and once she does, jihyo’s suckling isn’t as strange feeling as it was.

a warmth grows in nayeon’s chest, feeling more affection than ever for jihyo in this moment. in nayeon’s mind, she feels the connection she had with jihyo, especially when she’s regressed, only grows at this action. nayeon’s mind stops for a moment, running her fingers through jihyo’s hair, scratching her scalp before she brushes jihyo’s short hair to the side. “good girl, jihyo.” nayeon tells jihyo when she opens her eyes to look at the elder. “such a sweet girl.”

jihyo’s eyes fall closed again, suckling hard for a moment, before she begins calmly suckling once again, nayeon smiles at jihyo’s relaxing.

she feels herself relax, jihyo’s suckling, while odd feeling at first, now feels soothing, relaxing in a way; her own eyes close, the company and warmth, not to mention the weight on her chest from jihyo’s own, relaxes her fully. but before nayeon fully falls asleep, she feels jihyo take a long, slow breath, nayeon takes it as a sign that the little is just as almost asleep as she is, and gently, breaks her latch. jihyo whines when her latch is broken, but nayeon shushes her, wrestling in her side table for something, before pulling out a paci already attached to a clip, gently slipping it through jihyo’s lips, whose eyebrows furrow together. it doesn’t feel like her nayeon, but it’s still soothing.

before nayeon can get her shirt redone, jihyo rests her head in the middle of nayeon’s chest, ear pressed to nayeon’s sternum, the same position some of the other members find the two in when making sure everyone was in bed.

[mihiigonscepaternampeccavi]

write obey me angst about dia bringing more exchange students and mc practically drifts away from the brothers 

I WILL DO MY BEST ANON!!

(I got a bit confused since do you mean they just drift away from everyone/they get replaced or they replace the brothers? I’ll do the first one just to make it a bit sadder)

Strangers once more

———————————————————————————————————

Pronouns:they/them

(P.S. Italic for mc’s thought, bold for furious shouts)

“I’ve decided! Since the exchange program’s going so well I’ll be adding a few more students!!” Dia exclaimed, happily.

“Understood, Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer nodded, surprisingly positive. Odd… Luci didn’t resist this time?

“There will be no qualms about this, will there?” He glared at the brothers, and… even me?

“There won’t be any Luce!” Mammon assured.

“Sure,” he whispered “Is that all, Lord Diavolo?” He took his attention back to Dia. “Almost, after a few words this meeting will be concluded.”

Only then did I zone out, “hm, I think this’ll be fun, though it gives me creeps! And not to mention the brothers have ignored me these past few days, even mammon…!” I found myself frowning.

The tap on my shoulder had woken me up from my trance and I locked eyes with Barbatos confused, “The Lord asks for you to leave the room. There is a matter only the brothers are to hear.”

I nod, “thank you Barbatos, I’ll be off now, Goodbye Dia! Barbs!” I smile at the two and exit the room.

“Why don’t I go to the garden, Little d is bound to be there!” (Human version cause have you seen hiM? nosebleed)

“I am still me, you are still you… in the same place…” I sing sadly “Isn’t it strange… how people can change?” A soft voice spoke back.

“Little d! You scared me!!” I laughed “yeah yeah, come sit down, I knew you were coming.”

“Sure you did~” teasingly, I follow him. “I- dO yA nOt sEe thE piCniC bASKET ON THE GRASS?” He says pointing at the beautifully placed glasses and snacks. “Ehe… how flattering” I say covering my face and plopping myself down.

“Hey hey take it easy, you’re gon hurt yerself!” He shouted flicking my forehead.

“You’re more prone to hurt me!” I grin, swatting his hand away from my face. “Mean! After all the food I prepared for y’a!”

“Yeah yeah I’m sorry.” I roll my eyes dismissively.

“Yah! Are we gonna eat or not?” He said, annoyed. “Sometimes I wonder whether you really are a demon of greed.”

“Just shut up and eat or I’ll shove this up yer mouth.” He says holding up a sandwich.

After a while I thought of something that’s been plaguing my mind for a few days now…

“Hey little d, do you think the others are getting bored of me?” I ask quietly, looking up at the stars. “Why do y’a say that?” He asked surprised.

“I don’t know, they just… leave me out of things nowadays and… it scares me.” I mutter, looking at him. “Ah… don’t worry! They’re probably just stressed out from the the new exchange students that are coming in.”

“D— that was just confirmed today, are you ok or what?”

“Did they not tell you? It’s been planned for about two months already.”

“Oh… huh, they didn’t.” I whisper. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m here and I’ll never leave you.” Little D patted my back gently. “Yeah, I’m ok with just being with y’a.”

2 months later

“Mc, I’ve got no time for you, Kosuke and I are doing paper work.”

“Mc!! Kosuke and I are schemin leave us alone!”

“Get away normie! Kosuke and I are playing!!”

“Ugh!! Mc get out, Kosuke and I are having a reading session!!!”

“Mc… dear, can you leave us alone? We’re having a spa day.”

“Mc. That’s for Kosuke.”

“Leave Mc, we’re cuddling get out. It’s your room? So what? Just leave us alone.”

“Lord Dia… Little D please answer…”

“Yo! What’s up Mc?” Little D said happily. “D… hkk- is it ok if I summon you…?”

“Of course… Mc.”

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command…! I, Mc, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon a demon of greed, Little D no 2…”

“Mc… you ok?” D hugs me and rocks me back and forth.

“They treat me so horribly… I hate them so much…”

“I’ll take care of them.”

To be continued?

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My first request, so please be gentle— I’ll continue this if you’d like.

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3x01: Seniors

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Note: This is Luke, Isabella, and Manny's last year of school in this chapter

Warnings: None, this is like a normal Modern Family episode

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On a sunny August morning, me, Luke, and Manny were standing in front of the gates of our high school, This was our last first day of school. We greeted familiar faces and exchanged hugs with friends we hadn't seen over the summer break.

"Can you believe we're finally seniors?" Luke exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement as he looked around at the bustling campus. Manny nodded enthusiastically, his trademark grin lighting up his face. "It feels like just yesterday we were freshmen." 

I told Manny, "Why would you say that, first years are hard...last years are easy...". He quickly responded, ""Last years are easy", really...we got SAT's, College, and we need our grades to be perfect.!". It sounded like he was stressed, but me and Luke ignored him.

As we made our way to our first class, the teacher announced that we'd be working in pairs for a study session, I exchanged a glance with Luke and Manny, a smile creeping onto my face. 

Being partnered up with my closest friends was a welcome change from the usual routine."Looks like we're partners!," I said, pulling my textbooks closer. 

Manny grinned, leaning back in his chair. "We are going to be the best study group ever!" Luke nodded in agreement, flipping through his notes. "Let's make sure we ace this. Senior year is no time to slack off." I told Luke, "You said that last year and yet you got straight C's...".

As we moved to Chemistry, the teacher told us we had to go over rules for 25 minutes and then we would do something "fun". Luke rolled up his sleeves and started to prepare for boredom. "This class won't be a delight...", Manny complained. 

Apparently it didn't take 25 minutes and it wasn't fun, it took one hour which was the whole class time. The whole class was asleep and when the bell rang, everyone woke up and the teacher said he'd continue tomorrow. Everyone complains as they walk out the door. 

"If we do this tomorrow, I won't stay up and asleep." Manny said. For once Manny hated learning. Luke thought school had never been this boring.

It was now History, we learned more than we did in Chemistry. We learned about civilization and we took a mini-test. Manny got a low score (56%), but he's lucky it's not a grade, it's just to see where you're at. 

Luke got a 87.5%, which is shocking because I thought he would have gotten a 14%. I gotten a 70%, it's a good grade but I thought I did good. Everyone loved this class and surprisingly they can't wait tomorrow.

Ima sum this up, Algebra, boring at the beginning, it was okay when we had the rest of the day to review on what we learned overall in the past years. 

Couple hours later it was Lunch, we have lunch at the end of the day now. Me, Luke, and Manny were eating until Manny had one his moments. "I enjoyed today, I saw a girl, and I think she could be the one!". 

Luke replied and I guess he made a joke, "Didn't you say that like 50 girls ago?" When Luke made that joke, there was three girls walking by. I started to laugh and Manny got pissed at him. 

I eventually told him, "It's fine if you can't find the one, Just look at me and Luke." I instantly regretted saying that after I just heard what I said. My brain still didn't work after one hour of a boring teacher going over rules in a boring class.

It was the end of the day, I felt tired, we all did. I headed to Cam and Mitch's for the night, Cam asked, "How was school, you learned anything?". I told him, "No, it was boring simple stuff surprisingly...". "Well cheer up, other days are better than first and lasts." Mitchell said. 

Until it was 5pm, the whole family planned a dinner, we ate lasagna with potatoes. Joe didn't eat his potatoes because he didn't like them whole, so I decided to smash them into 'mashed potatoes'. He ate them and Luke thought I was great with kids.

Everyone asked how was school...we just said "Don't ask!". 

We are just hoping that the days in the future won't be like today.

-I'm hoping this is a good one